Did you make any New Year’s Resolutions this year? Did you set any goals that you’d like to work on for yourself? If you did, how are they coming along? Have you kept at it or have you, like so many others, found your enthusiasm waning as the year progresses and the gloomy, dark days of winter (sans the celebrations and plus the bills of the previous celebrations) drag on? If you’ve let up on pursuing your New Year’s Resolutions, it’s not to late to get back on track.
Numbers, Measurements & A New Scale
The other day a friend of mine and I were chatting on Facebook and he asked me about my New Year’s Resolutions. This person is one of those friends who lives quite a distance away and checks in about every couple of weeks or so. This was the check in, I suppose. During that conversation he mentioned that he still reads my blog and wondered if I was keeping up on my New Year’s Resolutions. I was pleased to be able to report that not only have I kept up on them, I’ve lost 5.5 inches. That was Wednesday.
Today is Saturday and Saturday for me is weigh in day. I’m pleased to announce those numbers have again changed.
But before I reveal the numbers, I have decided that I must get a different scale. I have a cheap one and I am absolutely certain the number it registers is not accurate. The reason I know this is because I cannot get the needle to stay on zero with no weight on it. I also can’t read the thing when I am standing on it and any shift of my feet sends the needle spiraling around the dial. Squatting on the thing to get a better read doesn’t seem to work either. I often fall off before getting an accurate read. Not a good look. So, today, at some point I will go out and get a more accurate (aka. more expensive, I think) scale. Till then I’m not reporting my weight loss because I don’t know what it is. I think it’s a pound or two, but like I said, I can’t be sure and I just don’t want to fudge those numbers. If I get the new scale and I’ve been off, it could be psychologically depressing.
The good news is my measurements continue to drop. As of today, I’ve lost a total of 7.75 inches! That’s a combined total of all the measurements, of course. Separately, in inches, that’s 1.5 off the hips, 2.5 off the chest (good-bye back flab), 1 from the waist and 2.5 off my thighs (I only measure the right one), and my bicep showed a one-inch gain this week (muscle definition, gotta love it) for an overall loss of three quarters of an inch on the bicep.
What’s even better is when I look in the mirror, I’m beginning to see the me I used to know. I’m not there yet, but I’m looking better naked. I’m definitely feeling a lot better clothed. I have more energy and the very, very best part of it all is that I no longer feel as though I’m one step away from the assisted living facility or grave. I’m beginning to think that paintball with my daughter and her boyfriend might be a possibility this summer as well as actually running again. Yes, you heard me. Running. I hate running. I look like a hippo running. I’m graceful in the water, but like the penguin, walrus or many other amphibious creatures I’m somewhat awkward on land especially at high speeds. But, I’ve already made plans to go running this spring with one of the women I work with. Yeah, she’s ten years younger than I and will kick my butt, but I’m competitive enough that I’ll work to try to keep up. That can’t be bad. I’m pretty certain I’ll never see my 7 minute miles from my triathlon training days again, but I don’t care, just to be moving at something more than a walk and not falling will be a good thing. What is it I really want to do with all this? Whatever I feel like. It is going to be so good to be strong and more agile again. These thoughts keep me plugging away.
Smooth Sailing, Not Exactly
I have to say, it hasn’t been easy or perfectly smooth this month by any means. As expected, the schedule is crazy tough to keep routine so I can fit my workout in at the same time every day. This isn’t going to improve either as I have seven consulting events lined up between now and April which take place in the evenings, in addition to my day job. Further, my social life is pretty full and I like it that way. (It also explains a bit why you haven’t seen me here as much.) I’ve also had my moments of discouragement, stuffing my face with the Bugles and chips the kids brought from their other house and simply, as I mentioned in my last post, throwing the rope on all of it . In spite of it all, I’m pretty pleased that I haven’t given up on myself and I keep on plugging away. I’m really successful on some fronts (watching portion size, eating healthier, no drinking during the week, lots of water, consistent exercise) and I’ve failed in some areas momentarily (the binge snacking one week and missing exercise for four days in a row the same week…not good!). It’s a mixed bag. The really positive thing about this is that I’m continuing to force myself after every slip, to get back up and get on track. I’m staying with it this time. Because of that, I will be successful.
Refuse To Give Up
On a larger level, I think this is what so much of life is really like. Life itself is one big mixed bag. The good is mixed in with the bad. The successes are intertwined with the defeats. We hit bumps in the road, we derail, we get back up, we keep moving on. We do it because we must. We do it because the alternative is less pleasant that the current pain or discouragement. We keep trying. We keep working. We keep hoping. We keep living. We derail. We cry. We hurt. We heal. We move on. It is life. If we are very lucky, we find others along the way who, though the specifics of their journey differ from ours, the lessons are similar or, if not similar, interesting. We find friendship. We connect. We experience kindness and caring. We find love in all its many forms in smiles of friends, the hugs of children, the laughter of companions, the conversations with those we care about and enjoy being with.
The journey to fitness for me, has been far deeper than obtaining physical results, though, let’s be clear, I’m not going to mind looking and feeling better pushing 50 than I did when I was ten years younger. It’s also been a very internal journey as well. As my Facebook Friend said so well, “It’s a process of clearing out the junk, both externally and internally.” I’d have to agree. That’s exactly what it has been for me.
If you made resolutions this year and you find your enthusiasm and determination faltering, it isn’t too late to try again. Join me. We can do it together you and I. Whatever your goal, your dream, your hope. It can happen, as long as you simply refuse to give up on yourself. I’m not going to. Don’t you either.
The Wild Mind