Finding the Middle Ground
Trying to strike the perfect balance.
I seem to have two speeds on my health journey: all in and backtracking.
January was great. Everything on track workout and nutrition-wise. Dropped the weight I wanted to and then some. Super amazing.
February was… not. I let myself slack on nutrition. After all, a girl does need some processed carbs for her birthday, right? And then my daily workouts fell off. And then I took a day or two off of my scheduled workouts.
I put back on a little bit of the weight I dropped the month before.
I started beating myself up for it while dogging on myself for not making progress on obstacles.
What happened to my willpower?
It was so easy when I had firm rules in place of what I would and wouldn’t do, but the second I relaxed them, everything started falling apart.
I came to the realization that I hadn’t implemented one of the things I learned from all the self help advice I’ve read and watched: start small.
Instead of a huge list of exercises I HAVE to do every day that takes fifteen minutes or more to complete, I need to scale it back to one or two things that take no time at all and add to it as I establish the routine like I did for my mornings.
Instead of fully relaxing my eating habits back to the way I used to eat (You know the ones that had me almost to 230 pounds), I need to set firm rules based on the fact that I want to fuel my body, not binge on cookies until I burst. Nothing good comes from a cookie binge, other than the short term hit of dopamine.
Old me would say, “we’ll start fresh in March. Take this last week to enjoy yourself.”
Old me can fuck herself. I start fresh now. And keep starting fresh until I can learn how to strike a balance between treats and treating myself like the athlete I want to be.
