Here I still am, miraculously looking at the dawn of day 31 of my challenge /change, and it seems every week, if not every day, I am learning something new, and something more about myself. I’ll be honest (because here, veiled with anonymity, I can be completely honest with myself and you) and tell you that 30 days ago, I was not 100 percent certain I would stick it out this long.
I have been pushing myself further and harder on the treadmill during my workouts, walking step after step up to five miles in just over 70 minutes. Because of the energy and efforts I have been putting into myself, I broke into a new, lower decade that I’ve not seen for several months. My loss as of Day 30? 12 pounds.
But, as I say in my title, it’s the small things. I had removed all of my smaller clothes from the house before the holidays in a sign of recognition and acceptance that I would never again fit into them. I had to have a point of reference, for myself, beyond the scale, to see my progress for myself, and it was here, in a small thing, that I found justification for all of my hard work so far. I pulled my late grandmothers ring out of my jewelry box, one that I’ve not been able to wear for a while, and slid it onto my finger. Yes, it was a little snug, but it went on and came back off again.
I guess my point here is that while anyone in my same position, wanting and waiting for a change, don’t overlook the small successes in the shadows of the bigger ones that haven’t fully happened yet. Give yourself time, and keep walking those forward steps, because every one is one closer to your goal.
It is hard for me to believe that I am already into my fourth week of this lifestyle challenge /change, something that I can honestly say I would typically have started to half-ass by now. Not really trying, mainly because I would be discouraged with the lack of changes in my body. Failing to realize that the firsthand most important change that has to occur takes place in the mind.
Here I am, closing in on the end of one month, and I have to admit that it is getting easier. Because of the fight that I am putting into this time (I really don’t want to be this fat, yes, but moreover, unhealthy, anymore), adjusting what I eat, how I eat, and why I eat, and getting back into a cardio mind, I have begun to notice some changes, most of them are small, and seemingly insignificant topmost people, but to me? These changes are mountains that I have been climbing.
The biggest change in me is my energy. It has been almost a year since I have been able to walk at the rates that I have been pushing myself to over the past few weeks, and it feels exhausting!! Seriously, finally pushing myself to a 15 minute mile after so long is kicking my butt, and I take a while for my body to cool, and my heart rate to slow, but I feel good about what I have done. I do vary my treadmill speeds and add the occasional baby incline (I’m not a masochist!) to keep my body guessing.
The other change (I’ve been told by family) is a physical change, a narrowing of my face, and a tightening up pf my legs. These changes I don’t see. Yet. But I know they are coming. I have to take these words with a grain of salt because they come from my family, and they don’t want to see me fail myself again. I know that they say it takes 4 weeks to you to notice a change. It takes 8 weeks for friends to notice it. It takes 12 weeks for everyone else to notice it.
Day 24 and I am down 12 pounds so far, about 6 pounds from reaching my first milestone goal. Am I going to keep at it? Yes. Why? Because I am ready to do it this time.
It’s the beginning of the second week of the new year, and the beginning of the second week of my lifestyle challenge / change, and I am already noticing some improvements to myself. The biggest so far is the increased amount of energy that I have, despite removing 90% of the known sugars that I was consuming on a daily basis.
I have been hitting the treadmill every day, and I will be honest, I have not wanted to do it every day. Why? I work nights. Three nights in a row for twelve hour shifts, and I really do not want to do anything once I get home and wake up, but I digress. I started last week on the treadmill walking at a slow to moderate pace, not pushing myself to avoid injury after being stagnant for so long. With a little encouragement from my son, today I hit 3.5 miles in 60 minutes! not too shabby for a couch potato. *grins*
My next challenge for this week is to begin incorporating some light weights into my workouts, at least three times a week. Hopefully adding a new dimension will keep things fresh and keep me from finding those dreaded plateaus.
I am trying new foods (thanks to my son!) with several hits and only one real miss, and my water is going strong.
One week down and I have dropped 5 pounds. I know it’s going to be water weight, but I will still take it! Five pounds is five pounds. If I can do this at 47, you can too.
One more thing: if you have seen The Greatest Showman and enjoyed it, I have found the soundtrack to be a good treadmill companion.
Thats all for now!