When you obsess about something long enough, there comes a time when you just have to do something about it. There has not been a single day when I haven’t thought about changing my unhealthy lifestyle. The motivation is there…every possible reason to change is there, right in front of me. What am I going to do about it?
A previous post of mine talked about that five day stretch when I started my fitness journey with a sincere intensity. That same post described my lack of ability in gaining back that same drive that saw me through those initial five days. Here I am, some time later from that false start, and I am done with day 1. Day 1. Only one day of dieting and coming home to get on my elliptical for a strenuous 3o minutes, and yet, this day 1 feels much different. It feels significant. Like this will be the last day 1 that I experience for a while.
In reflecting on today, I am not fully aware of anything special about this particular day that caused me to be focused on my goal. It might be that I finally realized today that I CAN get to school at 7:30 instead of 7:00 and still have enough time to prepare for the day. That leaves me more time at home to eat breakfast and pack my lunch and snacks for the day. Ordinarily I would look at the clock and feel a need to grab something from McDonald’s on my way to work because I felt that I was late and didn’t have time for a healthy alternative.
Perhaps it’s the new running shoes that my husband gave me last night. I had asked for them for Christmas and although the holiday is weeks away, he gave them to me early to ensure a good fit and they were what I wanted. I have always wanted to be a runner, and the first tangible thing you need is a good pair of shoes, and now I have them. My school hosts a 5/10K every March as a fundraiser and every year, since its inception, I have volunteered at the race and either helped the runners sign-in, or recorded the runners as they came across the finish line. Every year though, I was on the sidelines, and every year I vowed that next year I would run. It’s not too late to rule me out of this year’s race. I have about three months to prepare and while I may not be hitting the actual pavement for a few weeks, given the fact that I am a true beginner and a significantly overweight one at that. I need to work my way up to donning my new hot pink shoes and build some stamina on the elliptical first.
So tonight, with funky colored knee-high socks that I’ve always admired on the race participants each year, and a lightweight fleece pullover still in the store bag I brought them home in this afternoon, I will carefully plan out my fitness goals for the next month. I’ll write them on a calendar, a checklist of sorts–I’m a teacher, I do well with lists–and I will look forward to tomorrow, when day 1 will be behind me, for good.