Sunday, July 22, 2012
In the past three months, I have done well with lifestyle changes and shedding some unwanted pounds, but I have a long way to go yet. It will be a lifetime of combating things like "clean your plate" and "Oh you skinned your knee? Have a candy." Food was a go to when things were bad, which it sometimes feels like was pretty constant.
I started out the year cutting away excess. Friends who weren't really friends got the axe. Those who wanted me around for punching bag, to make themselves feel better, or for some usefulness got to hit the curb. Then away went Dr. Pepper. That's thirty years of a torrid love affair right there. Next went sweet iced tea. Water became my friend and go to drink.
Then a friend introduced me to Jamie Eason's fitness program, only, I was not ready for that just yet, but I did start with small weights and begin moving. It felt good. Fruits and veggies began to replace cheeseburgers and ice cream. Yogurt became a new snack. I hated yogurt before but after finding a brand that didn't feel like it was slime sliding down my throat, I began to enjoy it.
I began the 28 day boot camp video. Coach Nicole is a goddess. I was having fun with it. I started walking daily, first a couple of laps then a couple of miles. I began to use my cobweb collecting elliptical, turning satellite to the party dance groove station and riding frontwards one song then back the next.
I started doing things for me. I got contacts instead of glasses (still perfecting that prescription) and began to care for myself spiritually too.
These past two weeks, depression, summertime blahs, and huge heat waves have left me feeling less than stellar, and I fell off the proverbial wagon pretty hard. I was not giving my all to my workouts and it showed. The scale most certainly noted it, but it's time to remind myself why I began all this.
I am making changes in me to be the me that was buried in fat and struggling to breathe. I rather like the me buried underneath and she deserves to live free of those restrictions. Life is too damn short to do otherwise.
And so today I am reclaiming my new way of life, the one forgotten for the last few weeks, and I will push myself back onto the wagon with gusto, and dang gone it, I am going to look good doing it.