Sunday, February 12, 2012
Running on the treadmill of life
Giving up smoking was a monumental effort for me and luckily was assisted by a really bad case of the flu. I was so sick that I lost weight the first three weeks and then it started creeping up. It's been seven months and I'm cured of smoking but I'm probably carrying an extra 7 - 8 kilos at least.
In seven months you can almost create a new life. In seven months my thighs and stomach have taken on a life of their own. It's depressing and it's one of the reasons why I resisted quitting for so long. Because of the weight gain, stupid vain excuse I know.
I'm not that big in some people's books, but all that really matters is how I feel. Today I feel huge. I've been kinda ignoring it for the longest time, burying my head in the sand - but a change room mirror tends to provide a good slap in the face.
I can get motivated about learning and psychological improvement but physical - urgh, hard work. I wish exercise excited me, I wish it was easy to give up the 'bad habits' I have. No, not chocolate or lollies or sweets. My vices are cheese, bread and carbs, oh and lots of milky coffees.
Torture is coming, life is going to get painful. Hubby will be ecstatic when I get back on the treadmill that he lovingly purchased for me 14 months ago. I nagged forever to get one because I planned on giving up smoking and was worried about the weight gain. It just took me an additional 7 months and a bout of the flu to get there and then I forgot (mmhmm) to get on the treadmill.
Deep breath - I can do it, I want to do it, I will do it. Looks like I've got some planning to do and some hard decisions and a few more glimpses in a BIG mirror to remind me why I need to do it. As always, if I share it with you guys then I feel obliged to follow through on my goals - whatever works right.
Youngest son, bless his soul has just asked me to teach him how to iron his clothes for his new school. No assumptions that mum will iron them for him, gotta love that. Full school uniform with dress pants or shorts, collared shirt and tie for the new school and he ironed them all himself tonight.
I'm a bit late with my weekly post on Rainbow Dreams, hubby's birthday yesterday so I didn't even turn the computer on and then out to dinner tonight, so I'm a little behind the eight ball. I'll get it up in the next few days, also a post due this week for World Moms Blog so plenty to do - just for a change (chuckle).
Hope you all have a great week,
I wake up every day with the realisation that this is it, that there's only one shot at this life and I can either enjoy the ride and live it to its fullest and to my highest potential or I can stay the way I am.
Posted by Fiona Biedermann