Sunday, April 15, 2012
I jump in to new challenges with both feet. Even if I can't run a mile, I plan a marathon. Even if I've been overeating for weeks, I restrict to 1,000 calories a day. Even if I usually sleep in to the last second, I set my alarm for 4am, expecting a two hour workout. Of course I've heard that boiled frog metaphor, but I'm no frog. No logic can pierce the rosy hue of A New Beginning.
And three days later I'm exhausted, sore, hungry, and all-around miserable. I hop out of the boiling water, chiding myself all the way.
What did I expect? Perfection, of course!
But if I really want this time to be different, if I really want to lose weight and keep it off, if I really want to be fit, if I really want to challenge my habits and reforge my routine... I can't expect perfection. I have to accept that I'll occasionally eat a forbidden brownie or sneak a bowl of m&ms. I have to start slow.
This week's action steps: Track my calories, eat 1,200-1,500 a day. Exercise three times this week, either jogging or playing badminton or walking. Begin setting up the mental framework that will allow me to hurdle obstacles through self-encouragement, journaling, praying, and other heart-feeding activities.
I can do this. I just can't do it all at once.