One of Those Annoying 'Gosh, Darn, I'm So Positive' Posts.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Let's step off the scale for a moment, metaphorically speaking. I've got to say I've had a great week. Instead of being stuck inside working and fretting, there's been a wide variety of mischief to manage - long, long walks, new books, plotting and scheming for a hen night, making plans, being sociable... Wowsers, I'll be glad of pay day! However, I'm also really enthused about how much fun life has become.
Two things have made that possible: internally there's been lots of hard work on the inner processes of the old noggin', and externally those burpees and squats, jabs and hooks, swings and cleans - are all paying off! Mind you, I wouldn't complain if they wanted to pay off a bit faster... but there we are.
Those two halves of the happiness equation aren't mutually exclusive. Fitness activities have given me a challenge and a place to focus all the negative emotions - it's hard to feel blue when you're on top of the world after a session of boxercise. Equally taking some time to understand why I hide behind weight gain, and why I eat the way I do as a defensive mechanism has helped keep me going on the journey when I might otherwise have capitulated.
Of course these bloomin' self realisations have led to Saturday nights drinking nowt but water while scraping the bare sides of a low-fat yoghurt pot in a bid to eke out just a little more gloop. If that wasn't bad enough; yesterday I watched my friends eat homemade pizza - the kind that required a reinforced oven shelf to handle all the toppings! Although it smelt so, so good I've had enough treats this week, and being able to have the control of saying 'no' and meaning it was a minor triumph all of its own.
I feel like a 'new' me, which ironically is the way the 'old' me felt before the trials and tribulations of life decided to squash me flat all those years ago. Bad days will undoubtedly roll round again - nothing lasts forever, but I feel like I've got some new armour and new tricks to help.
On that note: that's enough of all the happy-clappy business. It's nice, but... well, a little goes a long way. Stay tuned for more adventures in "Argh! Why don't my jeans fit yet?!".