One year ago, I was in really good shape. I was running, I was starting to train for my first half marathon, I was eating for fuel. I felt healthy and strong.
In a couple of months, my life would get an overhaul when new responsibilities were added to my plate at work. It was a major increase in work load and work stress. And it turned my healthy living upside down. No more time for lunch- so no more lunch hour trips to the gym or to go for a run. I would forget to eat a lot of days and would end up ordering food in or grabbing something from the vending machine. My stress eating came back full force- junk to soothe the stress, night time munching to alleviate my guilt.
I tried to get back on track several times. And then work would throw me another doozy of a situation and I would easily fall back into working through my lunch break and not going to the gym and relying on stress eating for comfort.
I realized recently that I can't do this alone. For the first time, I was going to need serious help to get this done.
I attended an informational meeting at work about my company's intentions for Healthy Living opportunities in the coming year. And I knew I needed to make some changes.
It's time to do something. Or quit altogether. I feel like I've done enough quitting over the past months. I'm tired of the day ending and me realizing that I've skipped any activity, that I've consumed junk, and that I've calmed my stress with food.
It's time to crap. More than that, it's time to give a crap again.
I am taking a step I've never taken before. I have to say that it really scared me. It was the biggest recognition of my fat status...
I joined Weight Watchers.
I'm going to do the online program for 3 months. My intention is that this will get me back into a routine, even with the not-so-new-anymore changes in my life.
I've already got some great support from friends. I have friends who have done WW before and are doing it again. I've got friends who have support groups on Facebook that they have invited me to be part of.
I'm enjoying the refresher in the ease of preparing veggies as a quick snack. Last night, I made cauliflower poppers as a TV watching snack.
It's another step on the journey. Another step towards setting a healthy example for my family, towards feeling strong and healthy, towards wanting to set a fitness goal.
In the back of my mind, I keep thinking that the first 5K I ever ran is one that I want to run again this year. And I'd love to run it better than the first time and better than the second time.
It's time to crap or get off the pot. I'm not done trying. I'm not giving up. Turns out, I'm ready to crap.
Edited to add: I'm going to dedicate Mondays to my healthy living update. Monday is the day I weigh in for Weight Watchers. I have friends dedicating themselves to healthy living- some through WW, some on their own. I'd love it if we can check in together each Monday and share successes, challenges, and so on as we feel comfortable. We're all going to crap together! Wait, that sounds wrong...