Friday, March 30, 2012
The past few months have been hard on me. And the worst is still ahead.
Among many other things, I have begun the foreclosure process on my house, I had to surrender both of my dogs, I had a brief scare with a Navy drug test, one of my vehicles died, and my overall level of caring has all but ran out.
Throughout all of this mess, I have completely let myself go. I have found comfort in the wrong kinds of food and have had no desire to exercise. Rather quickly, I let my weight get back up to a depressing number. I knew it was coming and I did nothing to stop it.
I have decided to separate from the Navy in July, rather than September. I will be moving to Florida sometime in June.
This morning, I put on a Navy uniform that I hadn't wore in over a month. It fit...but just barely. It's tight and uncomfortable. And damn-near embarrassing. I feel as though everyone is looking at me, judging me.
Also this morning, I woke up early and worked out. It wasn't a crazy workout, but it was 30 steady minutes on the elliptical maching. I felt good afterward. I wanted to keep going, but I had to come to work. 6 hours later, I still want to keep going.
I am challenging myself to lose 15-20 pounds by May 12. I am going to work out as often as I can. I am going to try my best to eat better, too. Maybe not "Spark Recipe" better, but better than I have been over the past few months. Maybe treat the family to a nice meal out ever 2 weeks or so.
It's going to be hard, as I have fallen into a routine of badness and unhealthy habits. I'm pretty sure that this has just helped with keeping me "depressed" and in the dumps. But, I feel that if I start working hard and seeing progress, it's going to help put everything else into perspective and I'll be able to get myself back to where I need to be.