So for three straight days, I've basically been off-diet. At work, it hasn't been so bad, but whenever I've gone out I HAVE been lured by fast-food, and even if I am taking the 'healthier' options from the menu, I am still eating junk when I have perfectly healthy and delicious food back at the office, and yesterday I postponed and postponed my office meal until I was out of the office, so I HAD to get something while I was out (in the form of milk and pepperoni).
My old time limit for life-changes used to be two weeks, making it just shy of the three-week mark is pretty good, but it's still failure. My mantra of "Just one year, just one year" doesn't work, since I was saying that WHILE eating a Pirate cookie last night. I've fallen back into my behaviour of eating whatever's on the counter and drinking from the bottles and jugs in the fridge, and feeling bad about it AFTER.
I know, you'll just say "You'll die before you're 40! Stop it!" and I'll feel bad, but it won't work. Anyone with addictive behaviour can tell you that awareness of the problem and it's detrimental side effects is by no means insulation or a cure. Posting about things that make me happy was helping, but yesterday it didn't even OCCUR to me to do it, so that behaviour already slacked off. Posting motivating pictures around my 'office' at home isn't working too much, either, they just make me feel bad (GSP and Kenshiro) since I used to be capable of so much, and now I'm... not.
I am going to see this through, I am going to make it the whole year. I am probably going to fall off the wagon, but I'm going to get back on, too. My weight has yo-yod in just the three weeks, and is almost back up to where I started which I am at a loss to explain, since I have absolutely eaten less over the last three weeks. I do drink probably 5x as much water as I used to, so maybe it's just hydration, but who knows? I don't care about my weight. I have no delusions on this part.
I care about how I look, and what I'm capable of.
I look like a mountainous desk monkey, and I'm capable of so very little compared to my competition days, back when I could do full-on cup-hitting-the-floor splits, high-side kick to rest my foot on Shihan's head, and probably ten Kata with the sleeves snapping. Now? I can do 19 minutes on an elliptical before I gas out.
Fuck that.
My old time limit for life-changes used to be two weeks, making it just shy of the three-week mark is pretty good, but it's still failure. My mantra of "Just one year, just one year" doesn't work, since I was saying that WHILE eating a Pirate cookie last night. I've fallen back into my behaviour of eating whatever's on the counter and drinking from the bottles and jugs in the fridge, and feeling bad about it AFTER.
I know, you'll just say "You'll die before you're 40! Stop it!" and I'll feel bad, but it won't work. Anyone with addictive behaviour can tell you that awareness of the problem and it's detrimental side effects is by no means insulation or a cure. Posting about things that make me happy was helping, but yesterday it didn't even OCCUR to me to do it, so that behaviour already slacked off. Posting motivating pictures around my 'office' at home isn't working too much, either, they just make me feel bad (GSP and Kenshiro) since I used to be capable of so much, and now I'm... not.
I am going to see this through, I am going to make it the whole year. I am probably going to fall off the wagon, but I'm going to get back on, too. My weight has yo-yod in just the three weeks, and is almost back up to where I started which I am at a loss to explain, since I have absolutely eaten less over the last three weeks. I do drink probably 5x as much water as I used to, so maybe it's just hydration, but who knows? I don't care about my weight. I have no delusions on this part.
I care about how I look, and what I'm capable of.
I look like a mountainous desk monkey, and I'm capable of so very little compared to my competition days, back when I could do full-on cup-hitting-the-floor splits, high-side kick to rest my foot on Shihan's head, and probably ten Kata with the sleeves snapping. Now? I can do 19 minutes on an elliptical before I gas out.
Fuck that.