On the upside, I’ve been thinking more about getting healthier and less about where my next donut’s coming from. On the downside, I’ve put on another two kilos. I keep waiting for my all time low point. I’m not sure it exists. I’m not sure what I’m waiting for or why? I think I’ve got there, I write an inspirational post about how today’s the day, I vow to change my lifestyle and do all the right things for about two weeks and then I fall in heap of chips and gravy, rubbing the fatty goodness all over my belly, thighs and bum.
I am awesome at starting healthy eating plans. I am shit at sustaining them.
Tonight, I’m off to my second (roller) Skate Fit class. And I decided to start a 30-day Body Challenge which requires me to do sit-ups, planks, crunches, squats and push ups. I also have a visit to the pool to “swim” a few laps in my sights, I want to walk Mt Lofty (I’ve bush-walked many times, but for some reason have never “done” Lofty) and I want to finally get my bike out of the shed after an eight-year hiatus. I’ve decided I just need to introduce a whole range of different activities into my world so it’s more about fun than necessity.
I’m a work in progress, unfortunately I’m not good at sticking to my job sheet. I’m always looking for an easy way out and it’s not doing me any favours. Time to get a move on – one day at a time.
20 minutes a day of doing *something* … anything. Doesn’t matter what. It takes a month or so to form a habit.
I did the 20 minutes a day of *something* thing when I had fallen right out of the habit of moving everyday. It was HARD, but I did it … and it worked 🙂
Do you know what I think? I think it doesn’t matter how many times you start & slip up at least you keep starting again. It would be much much worse if you gave up for good so just keep starting over & who knows, maybe it’ll stick one day xx
God I hear ya! I did it in increments – first no junk, then limited carbs , with light exercise and slowly worked my way to a clean(ish) diet.
It took over a year to get to where I wanted, but I NEVER denied myself anything. And if I binged I didn’t care.
You’ll do it. You sound to me like an incredibly determined lady, but you need to cut yourself some slack xx
Two years ago, I started a blog called ‘One Day at a Time’… here: http://jatosha.typepad.com/one_day_at_a_time/
I posted for five months. The public declaration, on facebook and on my blog, did wonders for my committment. I lost 24 kgs over those 5 months. I felt fucking fantastic. Invincible. It wasn’t about the way I looked. It was about the way I felt.
Then somehow in the months that followed, I lost momentum. I lost interest in the challenge. And the weight crept back on. I convinced myself that my body was just ‘adjusting’ to its natural weight.
2 years later, I am the heaviest, fattest, unhappiest, most stressed, ugliest, time-poor that I have ever been in my life. I hate it with passion untold.
I think the weight battle is much more than just weight. It is an entire lifestyle choice. One of deciding priorities. One of preferencing the self over others. And for giving folk, that is a hard call.
Choose you B. Choose to prioritise self & happiness. Health will follow. It will.
I’m choosing the same.
Big love to you, lovely xox