t feels as though it has been forever since I posted. I am not sure where the time goes sometimes. I have the best of intentions and have so much to share with you, but then life gets in the way. Isn't that always how it seems to go?!?! Well my friends not today. Today I am making YOU a priority. Doesn't that sound sweet, I wont lie though…this is only partially for you. By taking this time, these few moments to update you…I am making time for ME! Where to begin.
Over the weekend I saw something that scared me, shamed me and disgusted me. It was the number on the scale in my bathroom. Now this post is not going to be a shamefest. I was actually more disgusted on the whys of this number than the number itself. I know that I don’t always make the best food choices, but I am human hear my stomach roar! I also know that I am not eating every meal from a box or wrapper though. I don’t always get in the workouts I should, but I have upped my step goal by 2000 steps a day in the past few months. I am walking 3-3.5 miles everyday at lunch during the workweek, I am hitting my step goal earlier in the days on the weekends. I was coaching soccer and running around with my kiddos 2 days a week…how did this happen?!?!
Before you jump on the “muscle weighs more than fat” band wagon, let me assure you that I am aware of that and that in this circumstance, it’s not the issue either. I can see the loss of tone my laziness has brought on. But it has given me reason to pause.
I am just as bad as everyone else out there. I know we all want to be the person that “doesn't care about what then pics in the magazines look like” or the person that can say, “as long as I’m healthy I don’t care what the number on the scale says.” I agree. I am that person to a point. Where does that point end…at the number I saw this weekend. If I was more secure, I would share it with you…but I know that YOU know that its different for all of us. We all have a number that scares us. One that defines us. I hit mine. i knew what it was before, so this was no shock…I just didn't plan on seeing it again for a long time.
Now, I have read that after 30 people tend to put on 10 pounds a year after 30. WHAT! That wont be me. I will defy all odds…well l guess what, I have less than 3 years to now prove that wrong. This weekend, I saw THAT number. This weekend my eyes opened wide, as wide as my butt felt.
Is this irreversible? No of course not. But I am realizing (slowly and in my own denial riddled way) that I have to make changes if I want to see changes. Not the kind of changes that are obvious, eat better/exercise more, but the kind of choices like really monitoring what I put into my body and how it reacts. I can feel sometimes how foods I have always loved make me feel differently now. They don’t all agree with me the way they used to…examples you ask? Gluten and nuts stand out the most. I’m not trying to be hip with the gluten, I can actually see and feel a difference in my body when I cut the gluten out though. I drop a few pounds in just a few days from water. I can see my belly flatten out, it’s just so darn hard to cut gluten all together and without having a legit medical reason too…I get lazy.
I know that I am not alone in this fight, this journey. How do you cope with this?
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