Seven Days in and I’m Down 10 Pounds!
As cheesy as it sounds, I feel different already. I may be getting ahead of myself a bit, but this feels different that any other “diet” or “fitness thing” I’ve tried before. The main difference is my mindset…
While I’ve a set date to achieve a weight loss goal, any lifestyle changes I’m making or adjusting have no end date. I’m attempting to make changes in such a way that when July 19, 2020 rolls around I won’t be done with something, I’ll just be living differently. Living in such a way that weight and fitness aren’t issues, they’re just part of my lifestyle. Having this mindset has made eating healthy and exercising not seem restricting, like I’m doing chores or paying penance for past behavior. This is truly a learning experience… Here’s what I’ve learned so far:
In bed at 10:30, up at 5:30. That’s the schedule so far. As a lifelong nightowl this is taking some getting used to, but I’ll tell you what, I feel like I’m shot out of a cannon all day long. There is this weird 45 minutes or so that pops up about 2:00 where a nap sounds AWESOME, but it’s nothing that a coffee hasn’t been able to take care of.
I Love It When a Plan Comes Together
The only way waking up early has been able to work is by planning ahead for the next day. Gym bag packed, work clothes on a hangar and lunch ready in the fridge. With everything done ahead of time, all I have to do in the morning is remember to grab it all. I’m getting better, but the first couple of days found me getting 4 or 5 flights of steps in before the gym by forgetting things upstairs I needed to take with me.
I’m Addicted to Food
It’s become a throw away phrase, “I’m addicted to these cookies, I can’t stop eating them,” or whatever. But, I legitimately found myself having what I can only describe as symptoms of withdrawal when pizza commercials came on Friday night. An all-encompassing need that comes in waves, a tightness in the chest and feelings of high anxiety. It sounds weird, but when the thought of having a pizza came into my head, my body reacted the exact same way as it did when I quit smoking.
I was caught completely off guard by this and am incredibly thankful that I was able to recognize the feeling and know that riding out the wave was possible. Had I not been through a similar situation before, I have no doubt I’d have justified a Honey Bee Pie.
(honestly, if you can, you should try it… it’s delicious)
Not wanting to “overdo it” I decided to use the weekend as rest days. I didn’t wake up at 5:30 and I didn’t go to the gym. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m hyper-focused on these things now or if it’s the juxtaposition with the schedule I was keeping during the week, but what I do know is that having “taken the weekend off” didn’t at all do what I thought it would. I don’t feel rested and ready for a new week. I feel like I wasted my mornings by getting up at 8:30. I feel like I’ve fallen behind somehow. I don’t have enough information to know what to make of all of this yet, but I’m certain that I will.
After all, so far… It’s been one week.