Wednesday, January 02, 2013
Funny thing about New Year, it never feels very new. Bloody hell, that's sounds depressing, but it's true.
Perhaps it's the near decade I spent in higher education; the thrill of buying planners in autumn, the smell of falling leaves while the season shifts, the new classes and their new goals that always makes me feel that September is the start of a 'new' beginning. January, that's just the grey, rainy month of post Christmas lull, not to mention the inevitable panicking about age. I'll be 31 in a couple of weeks - though 31 doesn't quite have the same awful momentousness as 30.
I have some resolutions. Well, one: moon joggers - walking/running (mostly walking) a 1000 miles in a year. That's it. Mostly I'm more concerned with trying to right myself after two days of peak excitement and anti-climax, and cake.
The last time I tried to become fitter, back in 2011, I worked towards a mid term goal. It was party based, just like New Year's Eve. I met it, then fell completely off the wagon afterwards. What happened? Nothing really, just some post celebration blues that snowballed into something far bigger.
That's not going to happen this time, and despite feeling blue and tired and utterly blergh I managed to get myself to boxercise, which of course helped. And here I am blogging too, despite not being in the best of spirits. If I didn't have Spark People, and a reason to feel accountable it might be all too easy to not bother.
there's certainly the temptation to say I deserve a bit of a break, except, what would I be taking a break from? Feeling happier and healthier? Being responsible? Even with the best of intentions, a day off soon turns into weeks of lethargy and I'm no better off for it.
New Year may not be 'new' for me, but breaking this pattern is. I refuse to backslide into bad habits. I've spent three months working out, eating right, and being healthy. I've experienced euphoria when old clothes fit, pride at excelling physically at something, greater coordination, more confidence, better skin (thanks water) and feeling like I have more control. Never once have I made the right choices and felt bad because of it. Hungry, yes, but not bad.
What about the next three months?! Yikes, too far ahead, just for now I'm going to be like Johnny Cash and take things "one piece at the time" ... until I steal my Cadillac. All my fitness classes resume properly next week, which will really pep me up, in the meantime there's that 1000 miles to get cracking on with.