There are two things you can count on as a New Year rolls around. Resolutions will be made. Resolutions will be broken. As humans, we tend to set time lines and dead lines and unrealistic goals for ourselves. It’s human nature to set the bar super-humanly high, go in swinging and end up with deflated outcomes within weeks. Or in some cases, within days or even hours. Let’s face it, you can’t go from being a couch potato to being an instant gym rat. Start slow people!
Perhaps it’s more realistic to craft your goals so that they fit into your lifestyle rather than trying to change your lifestyle by going resolution-crazy. Oh resolutions can be accomplished, but baby steps people, baby steps!
This year, I’m starting sloowwwwww. Over the weekend, my besties and I decided to start an ongoing mass txt thread with the intent of lifting each other up with positive little messages filled with enthusiasm and motivational comments to each other!! Hurray for group support!! The encouragement started coming Sunday night already!!
JB: I’ll start the ball rolling, just walked 3 miles at the gym.
JH: you are awesome, JB!
ME: Yes!! You are amazing!!
JH: My positive for the day….I’m hitting the gym this week and packed a healthy lunch for tomorrow!
Oh geeeze, I was feeling pressure already. Two of my besties had actually made an attempt to start off on a good foot. Me? Nothing yet. I could hardly post a txt about how I was looking forward to sitting in front of the boob tube for the much anticipated return of “The Good Wife” and “Revenge.” I had to think of something quick. Aha! I would send a positive txt about what I was going to do tomorrow!! Remembering that I was going to start slow, I decided to start off with hydration. I liked drinking fluids!!! This would be a no brainer! I could even drink the water in front of my tv shows. Win/WIn!
ME: Girls, my positive moment for the day – my attitude!! I’m ready to get started living healthy again. I’m going to concentrate on drinking a lot of water all week!
I felt good! I felt empowered and motivated! Not only was I going to treat my body as a temple while hydrating it, my skin would also look better. My hair might even get shiny! New year, new me! Hurray!
And so it went. The motivational txt’s were working already! Reading just the first round wasssss motivational. So motivational in fact, that I decided on Monday morning to dig out my athletic clothes, dust off my sneakers and hit the gym.
Monday morning rolled around and I felt like Wonder-woman…..
JB: Starting the day with a healthy egg white omelet!
JH: Good start. You are inspiring me!
She was inspiring me, too!!! I could not wait to hit the gym! I could not wait to get back on that elliptical and burn off the Holiday pounds+ that I had allotted myself to gain.
ME: I’m hitting the gym, Girls! Feeling good!
I walked into the gym, head held high, smug confident grin on my face and made a beeline straight for the machine I had used endlessly before the holidays rolled around and I decided to take an extended hiatus. I climbed onto the elliptical. It felt like getting back up on a bicycle. I looked down at the dials in front of me automatically set them at the same level that I was used to setting them at 3 months ago. I put my earbuds in, tuned my device to the corresponding station of the tv in front of me which was airing Kelly and Michael, hit the start button and off I went!! Hurray! I felt like Lance Armstrong!! I had my rhythm going. I had good timing. I was laughing at the monologue jokes that I was hearing through my earbuds. That Kelly was a funny girl!!
My heartbeat started to rise slowly and I could feel the beginnings of sweat start to form on my forehead. No problem! I had a towel draped over the handle bars of my machine. *dab dab dab.* I looked back up at the tv, my breathing started to get a bit deeper. More sweat. *dab dab* I looked around and noticed nobody else was sweating. Well, obviously I was working harder and longer than they were. I looked down at the clock on the bike. Geeeze! I was only 4 minutes into it. How could that be? It felt like at least 15 minutes. I decided to toss the towel over the clock. Who needed to see those debbie downer numbers staring you in the face. Who needed the guilt and sense of defeat? Not me!! I was motivated!! I was thinking positive thoughts only!!
More sweat. *dab dab* Good Grief, I was starting to think that maybe I did not do myself any favors by treating myself to a holiday hiatus. I was huffing and puffing. Sweat was starting to seep through my workout gear. My towel was starting to feel soggy. In the course of 25 minutes I went from feeling like Wonder woman, to this…..
So, I psyched myself up as best I could, finished my workout and could not get out of there fast enough. I was exhausted. And sweaty. And thirsty. I needed to hydrate.
On the way home, I was driving in one of those halfway trances you get into when driving along great spanses of desolate highways. I was trying not to think about how thirsty I was. What had I just put my body through?? Even tho it was a sub-zero January day, I was driving with the car heat off and my jacket open. I was boiling. The sweat was still dripping down my neck. My hair was matted to my scalp. You could see the sweat mark around the neck of my fancy athletic shirt. I was hoping I would make it home without seeing anyone I knew.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a car riding parallel to me. How annoying! Well, I would ignore it and it would soon pass me up. A few minutes passed. Nope. Still there. I chanced a peek and saw some weirdo in a huge, creepy, suspicious looking van. He was looking at me. His eyebrows were raised freakishly high, as tho he was trying to tell me something through his eyeballs. He kept pointing to me and smiling. Geeeze! Could he not that I was dripping in sweat and on my way home from a vigorous, successful, healthy workout. I was thirsty and crabby. I was in no mood for socializing. What nerve.
I decided to speed up. Then he sped up. So I decided to slow down. And, he slowed down. I chanced another peek at him to try to figure out what his creepy story was. And, I was sneaky about it. I moved my eyes as far as I could to the right while keeping my head pointing straight ahead towards the road. *ouch, eye strain* Yep, he was still sidling me. And now, his window was part way down. What in the world?!?!?! I had a stalker! What a freak! I slowed wayyyy down so he could get several cars ahead of me. Finally, I saw his blinker go on and at the next traffic light, which thankfully was green, he turned right and off he went. He was gone! Thank God! He was out of sight and out of my comfort zone and world. Good Ridance!
As I pulled into my driveway, I started to think about the entire bizarre morning. The gym workout. The van freak. I think Van-Man was hitting on me. He was! He was hitting on me and I was not even in my best form! Or, maybe I was. Perhaps I was not giving myself enough credit. Maybe I looked athletic…and young….and healthy already! One 1/2 hour session on the elliptical and I was already turning heads! I wasssss wonder-woman!!
And, just like that I was motivated again and ready for the next day at the gym! The man in the van had actually motivated me!! It did not really matter where my motivation came from, It just mattered that I stayed motivated!! Hurray for living a healthy lifestyle!! Hurray for New Year Resolutions!! I walked in the house and pulled out my phone and sent a txt to my besties.
Me: One half hour/ 3 miles on the elliptical. Felt good to be back at the gym. I think I’m going to start a gratitude journal. Maybe use the journal that my sweet daughter-in-law gave me for Christmas to use at my desk for writing. I think that it would make a perfect gratitude journal. I’m so glad that we are doing this all together. I’m going to start off really slow and make realistic goals for myself. Good luck this week girls! Love you two! Have a great week……!