I hope that you all had a wonderful week. My week began by starting my new job, which deals with helping children with Autism find ABA therapy services. This was a complete 360 from anything that I have done before. In the past I managed banking centers, and I was also an IT recruiter. I can proudly say that although it has only been one week, I can honestly say that I am so happy that I decided to “go out on a limb” and change the type of career path that I had been on for 5+ years with a degree in (Sales and Business Marketing). For this first time in a long time, I left on a Friday afternoon and breathed a sigh of relief. I said to myself “ It has been a good week.” Things have really seemed to come together. Until Friday night when I got home I “hit a wall”—not a real wall, but a roadblock in my mind. As I have said before, I do not claim to be perfect or all knowing—and from time to time I slip back into my old habits. I can’t pin point what exactly had made me angry, but it ended up with me asleep on the couch by myself at 7pm. I was ignoring my dog, and ignoring my husband—and I felt that all of my hard work on being mindful had slipped down the train. So, I marched from the couch to my bed and went to sleep angry (which I never recommend anyone doing). I woke up in the morning angry at some unknown reason and began my day. I literally could not shake this feeling. So, I decided to hit the mat, and I was happy that I did. When, I returned home I was able to pit point where I had gone awry. Ladies and gentlemen…I was hungry. Yes, I had been living on a diet of salad and granola bars for the week and had even decided to opt out of Cheat Day for the challenge—which involves eating something that you have been craving. All because I had not received the instant results that I was looking for. After 1 ½ months of working out, yoga, and eating more mindfully, I had realized that I had only lost 4 lbs. In distress I talked to my husband and honestly had thoughts about just going back to eat what I wanted and giving up waking up early to work out. All I wanted was to trade in my mat for a tray of brownies because I had not been seeing the results I wanted. My husband being the wise person that he is reminded me about how my mindset had changed, how I was kinder to him and others around me, and that all the mini set backs and struggles would make me more appreciative once I hit my goals.
Throughout this week I came to realize that the old saying “Rome wasn’t built in a day” rings true to how I have been living my life. I have always been a pusher; I have been my own biggest critic. Today, I am challenging myself to allow growth at a slower pace. To think about how I am feeling on the inside versus, the number on the scale. When I am feeling hungry, or tired, or lacking motivation that I come back to the beginning and realize that I am a work in progress. I started this blog as a challenge to show myself and others how important self care is. I want to show others that there is more to life than punching a clock, or catching the $2.99 domestic beer special. So, the next time I think about depriving myself of foods that I need ( not craving, but foods that are healthy for me), or getting down about myself because I am not losing weight as fast as I hoped. I am going to remind myself “ slow and steady wins the race.”
Here’s to Super Bowl Sunday—or in my case Puppy Bowl Sunday—Cheers! AV