Last week I lost 3 lbs. My husband lost 2.5. I won for this week, but I’m sure it will be short lived. No matter what happens, more beautiful days are ahead for both of us. My husband is trying to get his diabetes under control and I’d like to just look better and feel better. For those of you following my sugarless journey, I’m still sugarless and loving it. I no longer crave or wish to eat sugar and now I’m saying goodbye to another decade of weight. I still don’t look thin by any means, but my clothes fit better and I feel better. With summer coming on, there are more beautiful days ahead, and I’m including my own beautiful self in those days. Still not quite time for a before and after, but not as far away from it as I once was. When I lose another 10 lbs, I’ll post a before and after shot so you can see my progress. Even so, I’ll still have a long way to go, but it’s good to document the journey. I can’t believe I’ve come this far!
It’s too bad that it took 49 years for me to understand that being organized is not only a good thing, but essential. I’ve always been kind of a creative person, a global thinker, a maverick. Yes, I’ve heard all of those descriptions. What they really mean is you’re a likeable person who is disorganized. I have to say, I am creative, I do think globally, and I do have my own ideas about things, but none of these things have to be absent of organization. In recent years, maybe because of my age, I’ve found it necessary to be more organized–even if I didn’t quite follow through. Since I quit sugar, I’ve had to plan my meals and you know what I found out? I’m saving money! I only buy the things I need. I almost never eat out. Eating out costs A LOT! And, I’m more satisfied with my meal.
Now the Lenten season has arrived and I was searching for some sacrifice in my life. I often give up sugar, but I’ve already done that. My husband is in the coffee business, so it wouldn’t do to give up coffee. I like to do something for lent that sets a new pattern in my life, something that helps me to become somehow better in some way. When I started to think about sacrifice in this way I thought, “I need to set a new pattern of organization in my life.” I knew it had to be baby steps, so I looked up on one of those organization sites for what to start with. Here’s what I decided.
1. I will not go to bed until my kitchen is clean. All dishes done, counters wiped off.
2. I will do at least one load of laudry a day: washed, dried, and put away.
3. I will chip away bit by bit at the projects that are unfinished.
Not too hard right? Well for those of you who consistently do this it might seem silly, but for me it was a challenge. I have to tell you. I like it! I love when I get up in the morning and my kitchen is clean and fresh. I love when I go to my drawers that there are clothes in them. Usually my clean clothes are stacked on the dryer. At the same time I’m building habits that are good for my whole family. I’m making them stick to the rules too.
Let me encourage you. Take baby steps. Choose one thing. Do it consistently. Don’t give in to, “I’ll do it later.” If I can change my life at 49, anyone can do it at any age. Good luck on your journey. Wish me luck on mine. 😀
Because you’re mine, I walk the line. I’m talking about my body. It’s my body and I need to walk the line so that it can stay healthy. I’ve been letting my creature control me for too long. It’s time to control the creature. I’ve been talking to my body every day. I know that sounds ridiculous, but I have. I tell it that I know it’s feeling upset because I’m changing things but it’s ok and it should release the fat cells so that it can feel better. I tell it that it’s not pleasure that makes you feel good but feeling good that gives you pleasure. I tell it that everything works better when it’s in its best condition, that it may be unpleasant at first, but that in the long run everything will be more pleasurable. I tell it to quit looking to the moment for pleasure and look to a lifetime of greater enjoyment. I really believe this even if my creature isn’t on board yet. When it nags me to make an immediate pleasurable choice, I remind myself that, in the long run, that immediate pleasure is short lived and can bring me a long period of heartache.
This 60 day challenge has taught me much. I’ve learned that I can live without all the sugar I was eating. I’ve learned that there are more important things in life than the moment you are currently experiencing. I’ve learned that when you take control of your body and quit listening to the creature, your self esteem goes up, your energy level increases, and your body starts to feel better too. Why did it take 50 years for me to get to this place? I guess I’m a late bloomer. 🙂
10 pounds are now gone and that makes me feel good. The really great thing about this is that I feel like the weight is coming off at a healthy pace (about 1 1/2 lbs a week). I know that eventually I’m going to have to pick up the pace with exercise to keep it coming off and so my daughter and I have decided when this challenge is over we are going to have an exercise challenge. You can see by my stats that I am 49 years old. I’ll be 50 in July, so she suggested this whole experiment be my 50 by 50 challenge. Isn’t that a great idea? I even put it on my cell phone banner to remind me. So ten down, 40 to go. In this no sugar challenge, I am 35 days in with 25 more to go. By my birthday on July 30th I’m going to look like a different person!
I have to face it, like it or not. Exercise has to become part of my routine. When I was younger I could drop a couple of pounds just by cutting down on the amount of cokes I drank. Not anymore. Oh, I’m not saying this change in diet hasn’t shed a few pounds off this very curvascious body, but definitely not what I was expecting. Besides that, my tendons are tighter making it hard to tie my shoes. Everything is saggier, making all my clothes look, uh, saggy. So, to exercise I must turn. I’ll start out nice and easy, maybe a longer walk with my dogs and a few more geocaches. I’ll up it as I feel I’m able. But, the important thing is that I get started exercising. Hey, I’ve come this far. I can go a little further. 😀
I’m sitting at home on a blustery day, where the quiet snow is falling all around. In these times I remember that it is enough to breathe, relax and be. Whatever your weight, it is the inner self that is important. Who am I inside? Do I care about people? Am I progressing with my life? In quiet moments, I think about these things and the way I perceive myself becomes more important than the way others perceive me. We all need moments like this to reflect and accept that we aren’t all bad or all good. We’re somewhere in between seeking to be something better than we’ve become. So here in this quiet moment, I am looking backward at what I’ve done, not dwelling on my mistakes, but learning from them, and I’m looking forward to what is to come. Going forward takes a little faith, and you know, it all started with a grain the size of a mustard seed…
Today as I walked my dogs around the block–it’s 14 degrees in Texas today–I realized I should’ve worried about my age. The ice covered sidewalks presented new challenges as the dogs slid me across each gap. My balance isn’t as good as it once was and my 50 year old bones are probably a lot more brittle. This padding I have surrounding it all, wouldn’t be much help either. It would just add to the slamming power as I hit the ice. Another “cool” reason to drop the weight. I made it the distance, with only one fall, my faithful Amstaff returning to see if I was ok, and my adventuresome jack russell was singing, “Free at last!”. With the Amstaff in hand we cornered the Jack Russell and I was able to retain proper control, my ego just a little bruised. I made it all the way around the block and home again. Whew!
I’m not sorry I did it. The dogs loved it, and I made it through another challenge that gave me another reason to keep off the sugar. 10 days and counting!