Although much of my life is a bit unknown these days, one element is
painfully familiar. I have once again embarked on a healthier lifestyle
complete with working out and (fingers crossed) weight loss. I have chosen to
mention the journey as a way to be accountable, even though I run the inherent
risk of being invited to even more Body by Vi parties.
Becoming fit and healthy has been an ongoing challenge throughout my life.
As much as I tend to think of myself as a colossal failure in this area, my pleasing
husband is quick to point out that I have actually had multiple successes peppered
with periods of backslide. He's cute - but come on! This is also a man that
stands 6' 4" and requires about 47,000 calories a day to keep from feeling
light headed.
During bleak moments I can really get myself into a state thinking about
all of the broken promises and wasted years my issues with food have allowed.
However, I am learning to be a little bit kinder to myself. The fitness/weight
loss industry wouldn't generate a hundred bazillion dollars a year if it were
simple. Also food is awesome, it's readily available, and creamy and gooey
beats crunchy and healthy most of the time. I never carried out imaginary vengeance
on a mean boy over steamed broccoli. That is strictly a job for Haagen Dazs.
So no matter what brought me here, I am at proverbial square one trying to
get my increasingly creaky body to crave a better way. I have enlisted the
personal training expertise of Sara (the spitfire). You can tell she's a
trainer by her unbridled energy and enthusiasm. Sara celebrates my half assed
push-ups the way new parents celebrate a gas bubble. It's a little off the
charts, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't appreciate it.
As far as the food goes, don't all of us pretty much get the basics? If you
really crave it - you probably shouldn’t have it. I am always amused when Sara
tells me that I can have whatever I want; “just plan for it and watch your
portions”. Ha ha ha ha ha ha - good one! I do get the concept though -
and who knows - maybe this time's the charm.
So after a few weeks of tweaking the diet and hitting the gym, the scale
still doesn't seem to care. Yeah, yeah, I feel better and my heart is stronger
- big whoop. I want baggy pants! On a more positive note my husband switched
from double cheeseburgers to single cheeseburgers and is down 7 pounds.
As if marriage wasn't hard enough already??
Stay well.....