Week one: results

Hi again! It was sort of a wild and crazy week. Lots going on at work, mother-in-law in town, several fun, but schedule-disrupting activities... but all in all, I'm pretty pleased with myself.

Here's the run down:

Managed to check off every goal every day - drank 4 glasses of water, exercised at least 20 minutes, stayed away from fatty foods and sweet tea/sodas (but I did drink wine... because I made up the rules) and I've been standing at work at least an hour every day. So, woot!  Small victories.

Weight's more or less the same, but you'd expect that. I'm still not doing any major dieting, so the weight's not just going to drop off. I mean, I had a cookie at 10 just because they were in the breakroom. And I was a teeny bit hungry. So, plenty long way to go.

The most encouraging thing is that I didn't find any of these small tweaks to be particularly challenging. Yeah, I wanted me some sweet tea at lunch yesterday, but I got unsweet and gave myself a mental pat on the back.

Small victories, remember?

I'm hoping to keep these up for another couple of weeks and then add to them. I'm not totally sure what small things to add. I'll keep thinking on it though.

See you next week! Hang in there and celebrate the little steps you're able to take this week.

Sarah

Why, hello there!

Hello, dear internet! Doubtful anyone sees this anymore, but I thought I'd resurrect the 'ol blog because y'all... I'm in a serious rut.

First, a lot has happened since, you know, 2012.

First of all, baby. Had one. He's cute. (he's also more than a year old, so weighing the same as the day he came out... um. eek.)

Job. Got a new one. LOVE IT. Everything about it. Including a 35-hour regular workweek. I was supposed to use those extra 5 hours for exercise, etc. Instead I just use it for 1) extra sleep and 2) hanging with the little.

House. Bought one. It's in the neighborhood where I grew up. And, conveniently, it's just up the (tall) hill from our local Greenway.

2013 was pretty crazy for us. So, I'ma use that as my excuse to have ballooned up to (OMG I can't believe I'm about to put this in writing over the internet...) 188 lbs. At 5 feet tall, that puts my BMI scarily into the "obese" category.

Current state of affairs is that I feel like I'm back to my old, non-healthy, sedentary, insecure self. I worked really hard to get away from it, but it was so easy to make excuses in the last year... baby, stress at work, nursing, time management, sleep deprivation, crappy weather... I've become a master at reasons why I look and feel the way I do.

But at the end of the day, I feel crappy. And sitting all day and eating crap all the time doesn't make me feel better - even during the very act! My poor husband is having to serve (again!) as my entire self-esteem. He's in a tough spot - I rely on him to tell me that I'm sexy and beautiful, but at the same time I don't believe a word he's saying. Poor guy. He's trying so hard. He wants to be supportive, but he also wants to do what makes me happy. Is he supposed to say, "Maybe you shouldn't buy that ice cream," or, "have you been active today?" Come on. It's rude of me to put that on him.

So, I know I can do it. I've done it before. I was almost this heavy back around 2009 after P and I had been dating a while. I went to therapy, started running, and learned how to eat much healthier. It was successful, and I wasn't super-miserable.

So why does it seem like such a huge hurdle now?

I referred back to my favorite website: zenhabits.net to help jump start me. One of his suggestions is to make little goals.

Here they are:
Be active 20-30 minutes every day.
Stand up for 1 hour at work.
Replace "fatty" foods (pizza, burgers, fries, BEC bagels from Brueggers...)
Do not drink sugary drinks (or diet sodas)

I'm going to try to make it one whole week. Starting today.
Baby steps, right?
Sarah