I have been the poorest example of healthy eating and
exercise as of late. I swear I am
avoiding the scale because I am so fearful of what it will say.
On Sunday I motivated myself to go out for a walk by
picking a walking route that weaved through a nearby neighborhood building other
CBH Homes (the builder that is building our home). I wanted to get an idea for some outside
paint schemes and figured this was a great way to get in exercise and complete
my mission. I must look pretty sketchy
taking photos of people’s houses. I even
walked up to peek in a window of a supposedly vacant house. Nope, not vacant after all. Whoops.
(These are not the same house we are building but I like
the grayish/blueish color outer and then perhaps pick a fun pop of color for
the front door)
Anyway, it has been since February 19th that I
actually logged a true honest workout.
Gulp! I’ve been getting some
activity on the weekends between packing and moving but I’ve not sought out
anything formal. Either the people whom
work at at Curves think something tragic has happened to me or they are just
happy they are still getting my $41 a month.
The desire to make more positive changes is there. I can feel it. I have to draw it out little by little and
find that drive I once had for Weight Watchers, healthy eating, and
exercise. While packing up my closet I
told Kenyon that I’m setting a goal for myself that when I unpack all my size
14s, I want to fit into them again. If
not, then I am donating them. I am just
not ready to part with all those clothes.
I really want to get back into my existing wardrobe. With summer right around the corner I am
reminded once again that I no longer can count on my clothes fitting from
season to season.
It is enough depression to drive a person to eat and
drink (more) which isn’t the answer.
Instead I need to harness this depressed mood and put that energy into
something more productive. I can’t hide anymore
and I can’t keep avoiding the scale or my WW meeting. I’m looking forward to next Tuesday when I am
back on dayshift for 12 weeks. I will be
able to attend my Tuesday morning meeting again and I hope my favorite WW peeps
can pep me up and get me re-motivated.
It is ALWAYS up to me as I am accountable to myself.
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