Friday, September 21, 2007
I'm not bothering to go back and forth between my regular blog and here - it seems like too much work.
So, I've been on a bit of a hiatus. As usual, "things" got in the way. My usual mantra (that I don't seem to listen to) has come into play again - I *must* learn to take some time out for *me*. I need to stop feeling guilty about taking a little bit of time out for myself so I can get healthy again. I don't know why I feel guilty about it - well, yes I do. But it's dumb.
I wanted to go to my checkup at the doctor (which was Wednesday) and tell him I had dropped at least 20 pounds in the 6 months he had given me to lose some weight. I didn't. I can honestly say that my clothes are fitting better - I can take off my jeans without even unbuttoning or unzipping them (and no, they don't have an elastic waist/spandex anything). The weight hasn't dropped, but something's going - so I can at least take comfort in that.
My family joined a gym about a month ago, and we've been going at random intervals. I really like it there actually. But *getting* there has been an issue - it's more of the same "take time out.." thing. It's literally right down the street from my house. Okay, okay, 2 miles down the street, but still. I can hop in the car and drive there in about two minutes flat, unless traffic is bad. Then it'll take maybe five.
But anyway, as I sat there waiting for my doctor to come in, I was thinking if I had actually just taken out an hour of time each day for *me*, then I'd be sitting in this office somewhere between 25-50 pounds lighter than I am now. If i Had started six months ago, I would be halfway to my goal RIGHT NOW.
Why can't I get *that* to stick in my head every day when I make my excuses for not doing what I need to do? I need to stop procrastinating.
Here, have a cast-iron skillet. Whack me upside the head with it please. Maybe it'll knock some sense into me.