Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Day One

The signs have been popping up for the last few weeks. Lately my puffy down coat has been stubbornly resistant to zipping over my midsection. The adorable wool skirt that was too many sizes too big to take to the tailor but I kept anyway because I only paid $16 now fits again. I pulled on my bumming-around-the-house, loose-fitting yoga pants and they gave me a little muffin top. Then today at the gym as I changed into my gym clothes I knew. Somewhere in the last few weeks I had crossed the line from needing to work out more to needing to make a change. I went to the scale and verified what I already guessed to be true. For the first time in three years I weighed over 200lbs. 202lbs to be exact. It was the wake up call that I needed to regain control of my health and wellness.

The last month has been really stressful; we found out on Christmas Eve that my mother has to have major surgery and I just finished up two months of working on graduate school applications. And before that the year 2012 was a bit of a roller coaster; I had a running injury that was the cause of stress and weight gain, I coordinated our annual conference at work for the first time (again, stress and weight gain), I signed up for a 1/2 marathon before I was fully healed from aforementioned running injury, I went through multiple waves of career crises, studied for and took the GRE and began the grueling grad school application process over Thanksgiving weekend. As a result, the invigorating weight loss that started in March 2010 (at a high of about 210) and culminated in my first bikini the following summer and a low of 167lbs, has largely been reversed. That's not to say that in my recent weight gain I've lost everything that came with the weight loss. In the last three years I've become a runner, I discovered a connection to yoga, the food I eat is less processed, I am an avid juicer and I make a concerted effort to stay hydrated. All wonderful life improvements that I am proud of myself for making. But, it is clear that mostly good eating (I'm a sucker for cookies and cakes), almost, sort of consistent exercise (an especially significant challenge since ringing in the new year), intending to go to yoga (but not actually having gone for at least two months), and juicing when I remember to make times for it... and have all the ingredients are not the keys for success. At least not for me.

So, starting today I am going to make a more concerted effort to live well. I am going to eat foods that nourish my body, I am going to do engage in the physical activities that make me feel and look good, I am going to pamper myself in small ways that make a big difference, I am going to embrace my power and potential and I am going to honor my commitments to myself. Whew. That is a lot, which is why I am giving myself 90 days to get it right. Not that I expect to accomplish everything listed in 90 days, but I do want to begin to make it a practice. My plan is to practice living well for the next three months with the hope that by the end some of these things will become hard wired. Many of these goals are things I expect to be working on for the rest of my life; they will grow and shift as I grow and shift. Standing at what feels like a crossroads between the life I want and the life I will end up with if I am not careful, I am choosing to take control and live with intention.

Here are some specific goals:
  • Run at least twice a week. Every week.
  • Do yoga at least twice a week. Every week.
  • Create a gym-less strength training routine. 
  • Create a space for exercise at home.
  • Join a less expensive gym.
  • Try the yoga studio around the corner.
  • Treat myself to a pedicure once a month.
  • Try a massage. For real. Just do it.
  • Figure out why my left hip is bothering me. Go see your physical therapist.
  • Get that freaking desk out of your apartment.
  • Start saving money for later this year.
  • Skype with your mother.
  • Keep in better touch with your father and brothers.
  • Create a yoga routine you feel comfortable doing at home.
  • Go to bed at a more reasonable time.
  • Enjoy the mornings.
  • Dress for success. Dress to feel good. If not every day than 3.5 out of 5.
  • Get your hair cut.
  • Juice more, you like it. 
  • In fact, make time for juicing. In the mornings perhaps.
  • Finish your jewelry project.
  • Groom the cat.
  • Look into Fresh Direct again. (See goal re: juicing)
  • Decide on 1/2 marathon.
  • Love your life.
  • Do a better job of showing your love. 
  • Stop being afraid of being hokey. The only one judging you is you and that's stupid. 
  • Embrace the things that make you happy. 
  • Go dancing. You like dancing!
  • Go to a dance class. You're only 1/2 as bad as you think. Okay, maybe 75% but do it anyway.
  • Do more with your friends.
  • Go to bed. Now.
Right. Per that last goal I'm going to go to bed. But before I do, a note on why I'm starting tonight and not tomorrow. My 90 days of wellness starts today because today was not a perfect day. I had a slice of pizza for lunch that gave me acid reflux at the gym, I left my hold'em down sports bra at home and had to use the elliptical instead of the treadmill and the cookies I over-indulged in at lunch gave me terrible bloating. Today did not feel like a success in terms of living a happy, whole, intention-filled life. But that's okay because not everyday is going to be a win. I need to embrace the so-so days and be okay with them. I'm learning that stress weighs me down (literally) and in order to cope with high stress periods I need to be committed to treating myself well all of the time. So Day 1 was one of too little sleep, too many cookies and a whole lot of room for improvement. But I don't mind because even Mary Poppins was only "practically perfect" and I sure as hell ain't Mary Poppins.