Just a little update from me today, no rants about size 32 “skinny jeans” or…wyngz.
I have every intention of setting up a set of alarms on my smart phone to help me remember to get on the treadmill, make my lunch for work, etc. It helps me. But I guess I need to set an alarm for that as well, because I haven’t done it yet.
Anyway, I didn’t have time to get on the treadmill this morning – and I swear that’s not an excuse. I realized that I didn’t have anything healthy for lunch at work…and I needed to take care of that. I may not have climbed on the treadmill, but I did grill up some spicy chicken and put a nice salad together. As a result, I held my head high all day today.
It’s not exactly easy for me to get on the treadmill without the hubby here, either, as the most recently adopted member of the Hot Mess family doesn’t behave if I’m not in the room. I’m speaking, of course, of Dyson:
We named him after a vacuum cleaner because he sucks everything up. Socks, bills, napkins, you name it. We’ve learned to be a lot neater around here since he came home.
Okay, back to my point…
Hubby got home and kept an eye on the fur persons so that I could get on the treadmill. I had no goal in mind as far as time, speed, or distance is concerned…my only goal was to get ON it. I was on it for 10 minutes and I stopped. It doesn’t take much for all this weight to wreak havoc on me when I’m doing anything physical. My ankles, knees, and hips were hurting already.
What makes me happy is that I didn’t beat myself up. I didn’t judge myself. And I didn’t hold myself accountable to anyone else’s expectations but my own. I expected myself to get on the treadmill…and I did. Mission accomplished.
I logged all my food today and I got on the treadmill. So even though I have over 200 pounds to lose and I was only able to get on the treadmill for 10 minutes…my glass is half full.
Today was a good day. Hope yours was too.