At work I was instructing patients how to eat heart healthy and yet I was eating my way through life without regard for what it was doing to my body and mind. The realization that I had not been doing many of the things I was teaching, made me feel like a complete hypocrite.
So I started practicing what I preached.
In no particular order:
- I drank water like it was my job
- I made one plate for dinner and refrained from heading back for seconds (or thirds in some cases)
- I cursed
- I bypassed the Italian buffet at lunch and opted for the salad bar (with dressing on the side)
- I walked to and from my car instead of taking the shuttle - about a ten minute jaunt
- I cursed while I was walking to and from my car
But then I saw results. At first it was half a pound. Whoop-de-doo-da.
Then it was one pound. Better, but still nothing to write home about.
Then two.
I got overly excited and tried to put on a pair of pants that hadn't seen the light of day in quite a while. It wasn't pretty. I couldn't even pull them all the way up. Bad plan.
So I worked harder. It was frustrating, difficult, and if I saw a small child with a milkshake I may have tried to fight them for it. It got bad.
Today I'd like to report great success. I am 8 lbs down and feel better than I have in a long time. This morning the pants that mocked me for years actually fit.
Now my biggest challenge is complacency. I need to sustain the willpower that for two months has kept me from covering everything with cheese.
Today I will give myself a high five. Tomorrow I start the battle all over again.
Happy holidays!
(And don't forget to keep voting! Y'all have gotten me from 3000th place to 94th in just a few days! THANK YOU!)
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