Tuesday, June 17, 2014
So its been a little more than a year since I started Sparking. I was so excited when the first five pounds came off, and then the next ten. My goal date came and went (with less lost than I had hoped), and I lost motivation. Siting on the couch with my cat and a tub of ice cream while watching Doctor Who marathons sounded so much better than getting up and going on a run.
I get little spurts of motivation every once in a while, and have even set a new goal dates, but the initial push isn't there any more. I recently moved closer to work, which might have something to do with it. Instead of having that half an hour commute to unplug on the way home, I now have a five minute drive.
I've started walking to work (mile and a half one way) a few days a week, and hopefully will up that to every day but one (I have work related things I need my car for that day). However, when I lived further away, I would stop off on an out of the way side road on my way home and run. I would love to run to work, but I work in an office, and can't shower. Running home has it's own difficulties, as I have to carry my work clothes back with me.
Don't know how I'm going to fix this motivation thing.
I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, so I will see if I've managed to lose any more weight. I refuse to buy a scale, which frustrates me sometimes, but others I'm really glad I don't have one. Those days when I eat waaaaaay more than I should don't need to be given a number, and I'm afraid stepping on the scale will become an unhealthy obsession.
I have all these grand plans of waking up early (earlier than my already obscene hour of 5:30 AM) to do pilates or a belly dancing dvd, but I never seem to make it. The alarm goes off, and even though it is across the room, the warm temptation of crawling back into bed is more than I am capable of resisting. For now.