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.