Wednesday, June 13, 2012
So weighed myself the other day and 5 pounds have managed to somehow sneak back on me! How rude right! I suppose it could be worse. I hadn't weighed myself in a while and those unsuspecting 5lbs could have brought 10 friends. I have a couple things going on now. My hours at work have switched from A shift to C shift for a little while which is a big change but I am adjusting pretty well to it. I thought it would be a great opportunity to try and focus in and structure myself for weight-loss. My biggest problem is myself. I'll be the first to admit that I do not have a lot of self-control or self discipline. I noticed something today. I've been eating pretty well for the past couple days, lighter fare, more vegetables, low on the refined carbs and I really feel a difference. I feel more energetic. Today before coming to work I had a heavy dinner, whole grain pasta with breaded chicken sauce and cheese and mixed vegetable in butter. I feel icky, lethargic, I kind of want to take a nap. I hate feeling this way. I love when I feel energetic. It restores my optimism that I can accomplish this task set before me. I can get healthy, lose weight, take care of my body before weight related health complications have a chance to come upon me. When I feel lethargic it seems like to much effort to even try. What I really need to do is start moving. My job is sedentary, when I get home I am sedentary. I am really lacking motivation in that area. Tricks don't work either. I know it sounds silly to say that, I just need to do it, how hard can that be? But let me tell you. No one can talk me out of doing something quicker than I can talk my self out of doing it. I am my own worst enemy when it comes to losing weight. Tuesday morning when I got home from work I did get moving. I was doing my dishes and decided my kitchen floor really need to be mopped (when was the last time I don't even remember) but instead of getting the mop out and making light work of it I picked up a bucket and a scrub brush and put a little elbow grease into it. Maybe not what most people would call a workout, but my body was moving, I was working up a sweat, plus.. my kitchen floor is now sparkling. One of my problems is that there always seems to be a million things on the "to-do" list and exercise always ends up at the bottom. Where's the time for it most days? I find myself getting overwhelmed.