The reason for this was to build the habit, make it part of my routine, like brushing my teeth. It wasn't to turn into a gym fanatic and lose a bunch of weight. It was to just get up and do something, anything at all, because anything is better than nothing. I wanted to get away from the 'well, I missed Monday so there goes my week' or 'I screwed up the first of the month, so there goes March'.
I got up to 47 days before I took a day off. That sounds way more awesome than it is, some days I walked on the treadmill or did 5 minutes of yoga. But again, something was better than nothing. I took a Friday off because I knew that KC would make me workout on Saturday - not 'make me' but he wouldn't let me skip. Then, Sunday I'd run with my bestie. The weekends used to be my hardest because I'd never want to do anything, now they are the 2 days that are absolutely guaranteed, nothing stops those workouts.
I took one day off the following week, but then last week I accidentally took 3 days off in a row. I took one, then another, then another and I was so afraid I was letting my lazy self take back over, but then Saturday rolled around and I was good. I don't want that to happen again. That's how it spirals into a month or two off. But I think as long as I stick with Friday as my 'off day', I have got this habit thing down. I still get up the same time on Fridays and go to work (super busy on Fridays) but it keeps my body used to the early alarm.
The thing is, when people say something to me about working out in the morning, and how do I do it because they just can't.. well, I have nothing. Honestly, there is no secret. I just get up, I just do it. I do things that make my life easier, but nothing is going to magically make me bounce out of bed ready to workout. I always want to stay in bed, I always want to be lazy. Always. I just ignore that. Once I'm up, I'm up. All I have to do is get to the standing up part, and I'm good to go. Some days I don't do much, and some days I am just simply not feeling it. But I still get up.
^ that was one of those days.
I know that doesn't help people who want the easy fix, or the secret that will suddenly make them a morning person. I wasn't a morning person when I started working out many years ago, but now I am. I made myself that way.
I want to be healthy. I want my heart to be strong, I want my body to be strong. I want to live as long as possible and be totally fit and happy when I'm much, much older. Heart disease is scary. I want to do all I can to avoid it. I also want to lose a bit of weight. Exercise helps me sleep, it is my therapy.
It's like picking up a cigarette - why would you do that when you know the consequences? Why would you lay out without sunscreen, when you know you can get skin cancer? I don't do those things because I care about my heart, my lungs, my body, my life, too much to willingly put any of it in danger. I want to take care of my body.
That's what gets me out of bed in the morning. Exercise is so much more than weight loss.
So. When I look for that easy fix, the magical secret that will make me eat better, I am disappointed because it doesn't exist. I ask for help, and people tell me nicely what works for them, but it's the same thing I say about the mornings - you just have to do it, you just have to want it more than the other option. It really is that simple. There is no secret, no magical action that will make me put the bad food down and enjoy the healthy rabbit food.
So why then, can I logically look at the benefits of exercise and just do it, but I cannot do the same for food? Why doesn't that rationale not work for eating? I mean, I'm not eating McDonalds every day, but it's a miracle if I make it through one day without anything 'bad'. Chips, fries, chocolate, candy, milkshakes, pizza, ice cream, etc etc etc. The list goes on forever and ever. Why don't I care about my body or life when it comes to food? I need that secret, the magical ingredient that will make me enjoy salads more than jellybeans.
But I know there is no secret. I know I have to start small, I have to want it more than I want the bad food. I know I feel better when I eat better. If I know all of this, why don't I just do it?
I know all this. But putting into action? How? My scale does not define me, it is how I feel and how my clothes fit, I know that, so there is no need to tell me. But when you feel like crap and nothing fits, well you can be unhappy with the number on the scale, simple as that. And I am. Very unhappy with the scale, the way my clothes fit, the way I feel and the way I look. Something needs to change but I just don't know how to put the damn chips down because they taste so good.
This post really doesn't have much of a point, I'm afraid. I'm just rambling. I'm putting it out there, like I did with my snaps, that I have to get my eating under control. I know there is no secret, I just have to do it. I don't know how I am going to do it, or what is suddenly going to change, but I hope something does.
But if you have any secrets.... help a girl out.
Linking up with Alyssa and Tracy.
How do you make yourself eat better?