My body feels good. Well, actually, it hurts. That feels good. The kind of hurt that lets me know that I’m actually using my body again. Getting moving just feels so good. Achy good.
It’s amazing how the little changes fall in line together when you make a decision to commit to something. I’ve been telling myself that I need to get my rear in gear and get it moving regularly for what feels like years on end. It feels great to finally be doing something about it and have the motivation to want to continue feeling good about myself. Even with a number on the scale that I may not love, I know that I feel a ton better about myself in general when I am actually taking care of myself and prioritizing exercise and being healthy in general. I’m well aware that I won’t feel this way every day and every time I need to exercise, but I’ll take feel like this some of the time over doing nothing all of the time! Plus, it’s already making the day where I’m dragging a bit easier to just get myself up and moving.
At our Weight Watchers meeting this week, we discussed this and someone made a really fantastic point that resonated with me:
“At some point, someone was discussing weight loss with me and fitting time into your life for exercise, food planning, etc. and how it just seems so time consuming sometimes. But, it’s necessary. We make time to brush our teeth. We make time to shower ourselves. We take time to feed our families healthy, nutritious foods.We need to place the same priority and necessity on taking care of ourselves in relation to weight loss.”
It’s so true. I would never in a million years let my kids eat the way I have been eating. Never. Diane pointed out to me in the comments of my first post that her youngest children don’t have any memory of her looking any different than she does today. I’m so thankful that my kids are young enough that they won’t ever know me like this and that they’re young enough that they won’t learn the bad habits I have been modeling for them.
p.s. Want to know how I know I’m changing bit by bit? I bought some Little Debbie 100 Cal packs at the store last night thinking that might be good for my husband to take to work or for me to grab as a snack. I don’t know what I ws thinking, I should have known better.
- I can’t control myself with stuff like that. I’d eat the whole box in two seconds flat.
- It’s still JUNK, even if it’s only 100 calories of junk instead of a few hundred calories of the regular size.
So, I opened the box and the “100 calories” is literally a maybe 1″X2″ tiny cake. TINY. Not even slightly worth 100 calories and 2 WW points in my day that I could be using for something that will actually fill me up and make me feel good.
I threw the box away. In the outside gross, stinky trash can that goes to the curb. That’s how I know I’m changing.
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I bought those a few months ago and they are still sitting in my pantry. After one pack of them I was TOTALLY DONE. They are (a) weensy and (b) NASTY…like little wet, choco-flavored packing peanuts. I’m off to throw away my box now too!
Wait, you make time to shower? That one seems to fall by the wayside for me too.
Why is there something about being a Mom that includes total self-sacrifice in favor of what everybody else needs?
I realized that instead of getting up at 5:30 am and drinking my breakfast shake on the couch, I could work out for 40 minutes and still have time to shower after. So far so good, and like you, I’m enjoying the ache (sort of. Not so much when going up stairs. OUCH!)