Day 28 of 100 intentional, reflective steps.
This seems an appropriate day to set all sorts of unrealistic goals for my next year that I will regret and break. As much fun as that sounds I think I will resist. However, I am feeling emboldened by setting and accomplishing the daily writing goal so far this month so I am going to attempt another goal. My daughters wedding is two months from today. Two months!!!! WOW! It’s (past) time to work on this weight thing.
I have a lot of valid reasons (meds, illness, etc.) and even more excuses on why I can’t accomplish self discipline in this area. My goal is to set those aside and do what I need to do for my health.
The biggest obstacle to controlling food are two words, INTAKE and EXCEPTIONS. I can manage INTAKE with an affordable, accessible, manageable diet plan. With the help of a friend cheering me on, who is a professional in this area, I know I can do that. It’s easy to follow. What trips me up is the EXCEPTIONS!
What is an acceptable exception? Work party? Holiday? Wednesday? Depressed day? Drink with a friend? Monday? No time to plan dinner? Work day treat? Successful eating week? The list can go on and on. And once I let myself “cheat” I just throw in the towel for the day, which turns into throwing in the towel for the week. Occasionally that turns into throwing in the towel for the month!
Dance break . . . As I am writing this I realize I have deleted more paragraphs than I have kept. Its fear. Every time I type a goal I realize I am “putting it out there.” Now that I know people are reading this blog I don’t want to fail “publicly.” It’s scary y’all!
- Food: No exceptions on intake rules until wedding and then right back on track until goalish weight is reached. Long term/post “diet” is a maintaining a good goal weight with healthy/balanced eating habits.
- Yoga: Love it. Keep up my 4-5 classes a week.
- Walking: Like it. 4-5 times a week
- Weight: Goal is “less. Today I weight 214 lbs. Realistically a healthy goal weight for me is 150 lbs. which could be accomplished next year sometime.
This post has taken me the longest of any of the past 27 to write. Fear. It’s real and it’s trippy.