I’m wrapping up a year of fitness on June 15. And in that time I’ve committed to 3 similar but different processes. As my body and fitness has changed, I’ve had to keep changing small things to go along with my current state of being. I’ve had great success as long I stick to the plan. When I went rogue (the HOLIDAYS), I fell apart. I had more success this past holiday season than in years past but I’ve also been a lot better before as well.
You would think that if you’ve been fit(ish) before that it should be easy or easier to get back to a routine. I’m here to tell you it is not. I gained weight and accepted it as I’m older, it’s who I am, blah, blah, blah. I gained more weight and again, accepted it, I’m older, it’s who I am.
Then I had a breaking point. I AM NOT THAT OLD but I’m on the struggle bus of life. I want to be active when I actually am OLDER! So I know in the back of my head all the things I needed to do to get back on track but my stubborn brain didn’t want to do it. Why? Because it’s work. And not caring is easy. Eat all the things! Drink all the things! Easy!
Eat certain things. Drink all the water. Count and measure all the specified/certain things. That’s work! It takes up time. It’s a chore. I already have chores. E.V.E.R.Y.D.A.Y. I have teens. I have a dumb commute. I have baseball and football games to attend. I have netflix and shows to watch. Ain’t nobody got time to measure and weigh foods.
But my huffy puffy self wasn’t tolerating me anymore. So change had to happen. And I needed help. I wasn’t going to do this alone. And with the help of coaches, friends and my family… I committed. I counted. I weighed. I worked out. I committed. And the pounds started falling off.
Then the holidays came and went. Booo. Gained a few pounds back but nothing out of control.
January rolled around and I did the Advocare ONE/80 Transformation Challenge. Back to weighing all the things, adding supplements, taking progress pics and by day 80 I had great change. I didn’t falter. I didn’t cheat. I didn’t fall off the wagon.
And now I’m committed to lose another 20-25 lbs. My goal is flexible. I’m not sure what the ideal weight for me is, but I’ll know it when I feel and see it. But I have a meal plan and a workout plan and I have to commit to it to be successful. In two weeks, 4 lbs down! Is it fun? No. Is it doable? Yes. Is it keeping me in line with my goals? Hell yes!
My fitness goals are up in the air, but I am getting better at the fitness. Running 800m without walking is something I haven’t done in years, but I can do it now! I mentioned in my last post that I had ONE successful rep with Toes to Bar… hello! I did that one the other day and then 25 last night! I haven’t done that many TTB in YEARS! maybe ever! I even strung 2 together! I’m lighter. I’m stronger. I’m committed.
I’m so committed that I took time on a Saturday to make up my own 2nd workout for the day and I willingly did burpee broad jumps. Who am I?
My very nice friends and family keep telling me I’m gettin’ skinny. One day I may actually believe it! I am shrinking in size. I am getting better at fitness. And I can say no to all the bad foods without crying a little bit on the inside.
Commit and trust. You will have to make sacrifices. You will have to make changes. They aren’t forever. It’s a temporary thing but it’s not overnight.
You will feel better, sleep better, wake up better. You will be better!