I'm 49 years old, and in 49 days I've accomplished 25% of my goal.
The process hasn't evolved without struggle. I had a day when I came home early, and ate dinner immediately (3pm). That's always been an issue of mine; wanting to eat the minute I walk through the door, regardless of the time of day. It's one reason why I don't mind working late; at least then I arrive home at a reasonable time to EAT. After all, isn't that what keeps the universe spinning on its axis?
Anyway, that day I ate, felt a guilty about it, felt tired and took to the couch to watch tv. I thought about what reverting to old habits and behaviors would do to me. It was all cons, no pros.
I got up, changed, and made it to the Y by "suppertime". And worked my tail off, when I hadn't felt like it, and it felt great. Working out took that 'dead space' out of my evening, so there was no danger of eating dinner AGAIN (believe me, I've done it). I can see why that would sound completely piggish to some people, but chubbies understand. We do irrational, sometimes piggish, things.
But hey, we're funny. And smart. Complex. And fun at parties.
Carry on, friends.

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