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Scrambled Spring
By Administrator | April 2, 2006
We have “sprung forward” again and the day is now one hour later than it would have been yesterday…I just hate losing part of my weekend that way. The work week is long enough without giving up part of the weekend to get back to the office.
Why do I bring this up? I’m feeling that work is interfering with my ability to get myself motivated to exercise and eat right. When I think about having lost weight in the past, I was a stay-at-home mom with more time on my hands; I wasn’t working in an office full of people obsessed with eating. My co-workers always seem to have food of some kind that they’re more than willing to share, or else they want to go to lunch or out for drinks. Not to mention that they all eat lunch on different schedules so that I’m smelling whatever they’ve stuck in the microwave throughout most of the day. I have a tough time controlling myself in such surroundings.
Plus, I keep telling myself that I’m going to take my breaks and go walking, but I get busy with people who like to drop by my desk and give me assignments whenever I think I should be walking out the door. I can’t keep to a consistent break time and kick myself at the end of each day. My weekday environment is not a healthy one - though I work in the “health” division.
My weekends aren’t much better because I’m so tired from rushing around doing everyone’s bidding during the week that I tend to just laze about in a stupor. By the time Monday rolls around, I’m kicking myself again.
None of this will change any time in the near future…so I have to work on changing myself. I’m stuck so deeply in the rut of my routine of the past decade that I feel as though I’m spinning my tires in the mud (or snow) and that I have no traction or leverage to get out. This has got to change soon or I’m going to be panting along that course in September with a face red from over-exertion and embarrassment.
I’ve got to focus my mind on what I’m doing before I put food in my mouth when someone offers me a piece of chocolate or asks me to lunch. I’ve got to walk out the door of that office twice a day and go around the block or climb the six flights of stairs in the building where I work. I’ve got to roll out of bed in the morning and head straight for the track without thinking about how I feel - and I need to walk around after work in the evenings. No, I take all that back…I don’t have to do any of the above-mentioned things. I want to do them. I want to be healthy. In the past, I’ve lost weight without getting into shape, so I have no real idea of what healthy feels like. That’s one of the few things I have yet to experience in this life.
I want to feel healthy. I want to feel in control of myself. I want to feel again…
So I will continue to struggle past these blocks I’ve created for myself and I will be a decent competitor in the X-Terra Scramble this September. I’m not expecting miracles, just progress. Is that too much to ask of myself?
Topics: Health/Wellness |
