Getting close to GO
As I sit here, eating a Hershey's Strawberry Sunday and yet another large Starbucks coffee, I am taking some time to reflect as the new year approaches -- along with the official "start" date of my 1 year challenge.
What is it that makes me feel like giving up sugar/eating well for a year and exercising will make everything in the world right?
Why do I feel like life will be "so much better"?
Why does it seem like I "have" to do this?
It's almost like I need to punish myself in some way so that I can feel good about myself again. Like I've mentioned in an earlier post...this year has been a tough one for me. I've had some of my highest highs (who knew I liked to public speak?!) and some of my lowest lows (gaining back all of the weight I've ever lost is nothing comparatively).
Maybe this is my from of "repenting". I've become a not-very-religious sort of person. But I am spiritual (just read Proof of Heaven, trust me, especially if you're in the medical field). I was raised to be religious (Roman Catholic) and maybe that's where some of this is stemming from, too. Some good ol' Catholic guilt! But I digress. What I have discovered about many of the religions is that they all seem to promote some self-discipline. And, again going back to the shitty events of earlier this year, I could certainly use some self control.
What I've discovered, is it seems as though the older I get, the more freedom I have, the less I want to conform to whatever I "had" to do as a kid.
Most importantly, or so I feel at the moment, is that somewhere along the line I totally effed up eating well. Almost like I feel completely lost. I start every morning stressed out about eating. I wake up late, and rushed most of the time. I grab a banana because I need to take my morning anxiety medication with food. Then I get to work and I'm jonesing for anything to eat. I'll usually swing by Starbucks and get a large coffee, and more often than not, it'll be a fancy, sugar-loaded coffee because, I reason, "I didn't eat breakfast". Lunch break may or may not happen for me, so I tend to graze all day like I never know where my next meal is coming from. Then I will end the day with a pretty solid binge that is almost reliably cheese and crackers or ice cream. AND I WONDER WHY I FEEL LIKE SHIT.
So, this is why I need to change something.
I am old enough to know better. And I am smart enough to make a change.










