[photo by Jenna Cole]
Last week, I shared some surprising before & after photos. [and by after, I mean during] I had stumbled upon the before photo in that post when scrolling through my Facebook profile photos of yesteryear, and I was taken a back. As my boss said upon seeing the photo, “That doesn’t even look like you!” Seeing the weight loss progress I have made in the past two years, I felt inspired; motivated to keep working hard to shed the pounds and find my healthy, happy weight.
This weekend a few of my best friends and I set up a little challenge for ourselves. Instead of calorie counting, or seeing who could lose the most weight in a 6 week period we are focused on certain health goals. We have a spreadsheet where we track our points, which are rewarded for things such as getting 7-9 hours of sleep and consuming 5 or more servings of freggies. We also are motivated to get moving by receiving one point for each 15 minutes of exercise we complete. I was so excited while building the spreadsheet, and couldn’t wait to start the friendly competition where we encouraged each other to reach our goals. The challenge officially started today.
Although motivation coming from the photos and the excitement of the challenge are fresh on my mind, the enthusiasm didn’t seem to last too long.
I completelyoverslept today, leaving me with less than 5 minutes to get ready before leaving for work this morning. [that is not an exaggeration. I haven’t overslept this majorly since 1999.]
So much for packing a healthy lunch and snacks for the day; while I did manage to throw a Chobani and a pear in my bag for breakfast and an orange for a snack, I knew I would just have to order lunch.
When the LARGE breaded buffalo chicken sub was delivered to my office, I ate half. I was completely satisfied as I continued working at my desk. I wasn’t at all hungry, and yet 10 minutes later, I finished the second half of the sandwich – leaving me completely stuffed. Ugh.
I’m vain and often like to reread things I’ve wrote in the past. [Sorry, I’m Not Sorry] Ironically, as I finished the last bite of my sandwich and felt the need for a nap creeping on, I started reading a post I wrote last April, Secrets.
I shared about eating in secret. Overeating and emotional eating. Words I had never before formed about my weight gain and a timeline of the how and when the pounds crept on before I ever started to admit the need to drop them for good.
“I would ALWAYS order extra. I would ALWAYS stuff myself. I would ALWAYS do it without thinking. I would ALWAYS only do these things when I was alone. It was just something I did.”
Rereading this honest look into my hidden food habits was a reminder that I can be, and am, in control. It refreshed my acknowledgement that Healthy Living is about making ONE HEALTHY DECISION AT A TIME. [then making another.]
I know that overdoing it, and feeling stuffed to the brim one day is not going to ruin my life, or my progress. The best part of the “make one healthy decision at a time” goal I try to adhere to is that when I make an unhealthy decision, there is no need to do anything drastic; simply make the next decision a healthy one.