*The writer intrudes*
For the sake of clarity, I've decided take over the story myself, as it's gotten a bit silly making this all into a fictional story.
First, I'm back, as you may have noticed. I've been back on my plan for about 5 days now, and it's going well. It took me longer than I hoped to get back into the swing of things, but with the example and encouragement of my lovely wife Munkybug, I'm back in the game.
The number one reason it took me so long to get back? Procrastination. It's so easy to put things off another day, and another, and another, waiting for life to settle down. That's not to say life hasn't been messy and outside my comfort zone for the past six or seven months. The first change was graduating from college, followed by a two-step move, then a job search, then adjusting to working full time again.
In a lot of ways, that's been the most difficult change. While still in college we were living off loans and small part time jobs, which, between classes left plenty of time to stop and go for walks, spend time counting calories, etc. I used to get up and walk to campus or at least walk from class to class. I even rode my bike regularly when the weather was nice, and followed Munkybug as she worked on her shift from sitting on the couch to running a 5k.
Now, I get up, get in the car, go to work, sit behind a computer all day, then reverse the process. I get home around 6pm after my commute, and then sit at a computer or on the couch. I miss my pedestrian lifestyle, but living where we do and working where I do makes that an impossibility.
Our apartment complex has a small workout room with a couple of treadmills, an elliptical, etc., but I haven't been taking advantage of that, which is something that needs to change. I'd like to get a treadmill for our apartment because I know I'd be more likely to walk that way, but for the moment that's not a possibility due to cost and limited space.
So, here is my resolution, my first step in procrastination: To begin walking when I get home. It's a challenge to make myself do it. It's a cold, dark walk down to the workout room but it's something that I need to do, and so, I'm going to go for the first time tonight and walk at least for 30 minutes.
I'm doing pretty well with the dietary side of things. After starting back in on tracking my nutrition, I always have what I call "Hungry Days." On those days it seems like I can't fulfill my stomach's requirements, but I know it's only temporary. I had one of those yesterday, but today is looking much better. It's just a matter of patience and perseverance.
None of this is helped by the fact that my job is inherently stressful. Thousands of dollars which go to directly help others are dependent on my ability to get things done. If I mess up on a project, I don't lose income for a board of directors or investors. If I mess up, people go hungry or have to sleep on the street, and that weighs on me heavily with every new grant application that appears on the horizon. I don't mean to sound whiny. I enjoy my work on a great many levels, and the stress is just one of the things I have to take into account as I face the dragon of procrastination.
I want to thank you all who are my friends on here, for leading by example. We don't talk, or hang out, but you're always there, even when I slip off the horse and get lost for a while. I've gained back some of what I lost, but I know I can lose it again if I can slay my own procrastination and discomfort, and push on. I don't want to do it. I NEED to do it -- for my own good, as well as for Munkybug, everyone who loves me, and my future.
So wish me luck out in the cold and dark tonight as I wander down to the workout room. No, don't wish me luck. Wish me determination.