6 Months: Healthier
|Me: as I jogged in freezing downtown Rochester this week.|
|Mike: hiking this past weekend|
The worst part is … six months into this process and it’s not easy. Eating right is hard. I want junk. I like junk. Every single day I have to convince myself I need to make better choices. Running, walking, and any sort of exercise are never my first choice of activity. I have to talk myself into working out, each and every day. I read an article recently that the older you get the harder it is to change your eating habits. You teach your body what to crave, what it likes … and if you wait too long you can’t reteach your body. There are days I feel like I’ve waited too long, and that I’ll always crave an ice cream sundae and chili-cheese dog. But I’ve been pushing trough it and I hope at some point it will get a little easier.
|Me: this week. Check out my arms — less flab, more muscle.|
BUT. I’m determined to focus on the good. I do feel better. And I look better. Mike keeps telling me that this is the skinniest he’s ever seen me. I’m not really going for skinny (though I’m happy to be a smaller size) … I’m going for healthier, less achy and more mobile. I also want to build a life that teaches my children to live healthy lives. In a world of iPads, video games, in demand everything, I want to teach my kids to get out, get moving and take care of themselves. And the best way to do that is through example.
I can’t wait to see what the next 6 months hold — half marathon, toning, size four — whatever it holds will be good for me, good for my body and good for my soul.