I like fitness.
This is a pretty new thing for me. I started (very) slowly in 2009. Strength training, stretching, cardio. Bit by bit, month by month, bite by ever-conscious bite, I'm to the point where a thirty minute, high-intensity cardio class doesn't leave me in a heaping pile of shaky limbs and hammering heart. I'm now a pacing quasi-hunchback of water-chugging determination and I-am-NOT-tired ferocity.
And I absolutely love it! Turbofire + Shakeology = Awesome!
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with Beachbody and get nothing from promoting their products. I just love them!
But here's the point of this post. The weekend before Valentine's Day, I gave myself a few days off from my all-natural, small portion, healthy and life-extending diet to celebrate. And my body didn't feel like a temple after that.
My workouts were crap. My stomach told me (loudly) all day in the quiet office where I work that it was angry, VERY angry, with me. And I felt sluggish, fat, unloved, blahblahblah. You get the idea.
So, what would possess me to do it all again this past weekend?
Ice cream. Yep, it was ice cream. How did you think my body felt on Sunday?
Spoiler alert!
Not like a temple.
So, I am deciding today, this very second, that I will never again use the word 'diet' to describe what I eat. That word denotes a temporary thing, and I want a lifestyle change. I want to be healthy, fit, live to be ninety four (at least), and never worry about a doctor's visit. As much as that Cake Batter ice cream with cookie dough and oreo chunks made me a happy girl (and I mean cloud-nine-thousand-nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine happy), it didn't last and just isn't worth it.
Have you ever done this? Made a plan, no matter the sacrifice (yes, I'm really calling quitting ice cream a sacrifice), because you knew it would make your life better? Your heart happier? Your writing richer? Your day brighter? Your future fireworks-and-sunshine spectacular?
Well, tell me about it!
AND there's seven days left to the FLY TO 500 Contest. Thank you so much for getting through a completely non-writing related post. I don't do it often, but sometimes you need to share the important things. :) Even if they seem less than earth-shattering after typing all these words.
-Marie
4 comments:
Hmmm... I'm in the same boat.
Severely limiting sugar and refined carbs...
Quartering my portions...
But you know what? I feel happy, because I don't see it as a sacrifice. It's about not wanting the sugar now - knowing that it's going to kick me later. Same with the portions.
:-)
The thing I found is that I would build up an old favorite food in my mind so much, that when I finally gave in and ate some, it genuinely didn't live up. And made me feel icky.
So I have a few select indulgences that make me feel good: dark chocolate, coconut-milk ice cream, intensely ripe fruit. Yum. Sometimes all of them together.
I started really exercising this year because I plan on quitting smoking. So far, it has made me feel much better. Let's just hope I can keep it up! :P
It's good to treat yourself, I think. Kind of a reward for staying on course. And, hey, all natural, high cacao (cacao, cacao!) chocolate is good for you. I know, I know, in moderation, but try the Endangered Species Chocolate Mint. Serious yum there!
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