Mixed Feelings - the goal-setter's paradox.
Monday, July 18, 2011
I'm making progress, but feeling rather blue anyway about it. For my goal-setting personality, there's always another mountain, and that's what's always in the forefront of my mind. While I'm quite productive because I always set goals, I feel unproductive because there are always more goals to accomplish. I'm at it in all areas of my life.
Consistency: So while I'm proud of the fact that I've been exercising each morning for thirteen days now and staying consistent with water and food I'm disappointed about other things. I'm not sleeping enough. I eat too much sodium 3-4 days out of each week. That's pretty much unacceptable. It's hard, though, when money's tight and canned veggies and soups are a delicious and cheap way to make all the other targets I'm looking at--not to mention I definitely have a salty tooth, if that's even a thing. It tends to work out that my salty tooth leads to too much salt, not upending the day with respect to calories. But still.
Numerical progress: I am losing pounds, but not inches, at least not in the places where I measure. I have lost two pounds this month, and while I can see the difference in a holistic way, and I'm happy with that, I am still none too pleased with the continuing lack of movement on my hip measurement. I'd change a slightly higher weight for an inch off my hip. I'm also not planning to lose any more than 2-3 pounds, so it's kind of like: Mother Nature, it's now or never. My goal hip measurement is all of 36"(heck, I'd take 36.5"), so I'm not even being unreasonable here.
Work and school: I get some things under control, but then I look at all the other fires I need to put out and feel powerless, sloppy, even though I know I should be happy that I completed some work to satisfaction. It's like there aren't enough hours in day.
Looking at all of this, it's clear that it's my mindset that needs to change. Nothing will ever be perfect: at least I hope not, because then what will my mission be? I need to not be so hard on myself for not having everything done at once, and give myself a well-deserved pat on the back for all my hard work. Easier said than done, but I have to try.