Once again, my plans changed.
I planned on hitting the gym directly after work. I work until 5 and a friend was coming over at 6:30. At lunchtime, the friend sent me text saying that they had to be somewhere at 8 so they were thinking about coming over earlier.
What about my plans? What about the gym? What about dinner?
I didn't stress. I did worry that because I wasn't putting the gym first, I'd end up not going. Somehow it's always easiest to go to the gym as soon as I'm done with work and before I get comfortable on my couch. Once I'm warm and comfy, the chances of me heading out to the gym get substantially smaller.
So, I hung out with the friend. They didn't end up staying long. As soon as they left, I changed into my gym clothes and was off to the gym!
It was a good workout. I actually enjoyed going there later because there weren't as many people there. I walked/ran on the treadmill and before I knew it a half hour had already past. Normally I watch the timer on the treadmill like a hawk, checking my speed and my time and my average.
Not yesterday. You see, I had been messing around with my iTunes last week. When I plugged in my iPhone for the update on Sunday I suddenly realized that my playlists weren't currently on my iTunes because I had been trying to organize my music better.
I have my iPhone set to automatically sync.
So yesterday I was scrolling through music, deciding what was good to run to and what was good to walk to. Time flies when you're judging music!
Then I remembered something. When I first started working out I challenged myself more. I was always trying to run/walk faster than the day before or to work out a few minutes longer than last time. I remembered that I used to watch my reflection on the tv screen (the treadmills have tvs but I usually leave it turned off) and I used to picture the fat melting from my face. I used to imagine how life would be like once I hit my goals. I used to picture myself with an actual shape that wasn't "round" and I used to see myself strong and running more and amazing Yoda with my weight-lifting skills.
Somehow working out became something else. It became work and a chore. It became something that I check of my to-do list.
I want it to be more fulfilling again. I want it to be "MY" time. I want to see myself doing great things again. I think my imagination fuels my motivation. I think that looking at my reflection and imagining the fat sweating itself away will give me that fire in my soul again.
I don't want to just go through the motions anymore. I don't want to go to the gym because it will be one more thing I can check off my to-do list. I don't want to do a workout without having my heart in it.
I'm all in. I'm jumping in with both feet and I'm re-committing myself to attaining my goals. My health is not just something I can check off daily. It's me. This is how I live.
The past few summers have been declared "The Summer of Me". Summer is over.
This is "The Winter of My Weight Loss".
I may not get to all my goals this winter, but I'll be focused on them. I'll still be checking things off on my to do list, but I'll let my imagination take over and I'll see myself doing things I never thought I could because of my size.
Normally I hate winter. The snow and the cold and the dreariness make me sad. But right now?
Bring it, Winter. I got this!
Challenge #1 - Workout (6/27 days)
Challenge #2 - Complete my daily To-Do list. (9/31 days)
Challenge #3 - Smile and make eye contact with at least 10 people every day. (9/31 days)
Challenge #4 - Run 1.5 miles two times per week. (1/8 days)
Challenge #5 - Track calories eaten. (9/30 days)
Challenge #6 - Print calorie/workout tracker for Yoda. (0/4)