I've had a disappointing week - until today. I'm a college instructor, so every day is filled with activity, even on the weekends. This week was Spring break, and when it started last Friday, I was happy and excited. "Finally, I'll get some rest, and I'll go to the movies, and I'll call old friends, and I'll sleep late... I'll have so much fun this week!"
Well, none of that manifested. I realized that I had so much academic work to catch up on that really, my days still were 8 plus hour working days. I thought I'd at least go to the movies yesterday to treat myself, but there was nothing playing I wanted to see. My daughter said, "You mean you didn't do ANYTHING for yourself during the break?!" A girlfriend said, "So what, at least, are you going to do for yourself during the weekend?" I couldn't think of anything.
And here lies one of the reasons I ate so much. I used food as recreation, as socialization, as a friend. And, I would always put others first before myself before I started to get serious about my healthy lifestyle. If someone needed me, sure I'll be there. Nevermind my scheduled exercise, that can wait until everyone else's crises are over.
Well, no more of that. Today I set out to at least get out of the house. My car is down and will cost a hefty sum to fix, so I hopped on the bus. Lots of little mishaps happened along the way. I tripped on my own foot when the bus was coming and almost fell. I ran for a bus and realized there was a hole in one of my shopping bags. I got off of the bus two stops too early and had to walk quite a few blocks to my destination.
But, in the end, I did something for me... finally! I bought myself a bike... the kind I've always wanted. A simple starter bike, with a nice large comfortable seat. A sturdy unassuming bike... it's gray (I didn't want anything flashy or something that would get stolen quickly), but boy is it built well! I rode that puppy from the bike store all the way home, which was quite a few miles. My husband looked enviously at it as I rolled it into the house. Sorry honey, this one is just for me.
"Me first". Those are not bad words after all!