Happy Wednesday! I know it has been a little while since I have posted, between a nasty cold and Valentines Day, I’ve been a busy lady. The past few days I have been focusing on recording the moments when my bad urges hit me, and then experimenting with different ways of rewarding myself.
I feel like the past few days I have really have come out of my comfort zone. For example, I was invited to play Dance Dance Revolution with my coworkers at our public work meeting area. Usually, I would have made up a excuse that I had to make a phone call or go to the restroom, but instead I dragged my two left feet to the meeting area and joined in–only to find that we were all so into the game, that when we looked over our shoulders the entire company including the CEO were watching our dance moves and proceeded to give us applause at the end. Another example of coming out my comfort zone recently would be when I signed up for a 2 hour and 30 minute Yoga workshop. I usually do 30 minutes of yoga/mediation in the morning and attend 2 classes on the weekend–but after some long thought and soul searching I have decided to work towards the goal of becoming a certified instructor. Now, while all of these great things are going through my mind, I feel that I am as free as ever and I decided I needed to reward myself.
I want to back track a bit, and mention that when I first started writing this blog that I would not only talk about the joys of my journey but some of my downfalls as well.– Now back to me rewarding myself– I decided that since I was making so much progress (i.e. creating this blog, creating a yoga practice, dancing like no one is watching ) that I could take sometime off and in lack of better terms slack off a bit. In the past 3 days I have eaten pizza, talked myself out of mediation, and my latest offense was grabbing some greasy Chinese food on my way home from work. I can honestly say that if I could go back in time and not reward myself I would. I have a habit of once things get up and going, that I get too comfortable with the progress, and I tend to start slacking off here and there, which turns in to just 1 day, then 3 days, until I would quit writing, stop doing yoga, and decide to go back to watching Twilight Zone alone in my bed.
Well, it stops today. I am refusing to let my bad habits control my progress–I am tired of coming close to the finish line, but never collecting my “trophy”. I have learned that the positive things that I love are NOT chores–they are a part of who I am–doing the things I love IS the reward. I don’t need pizza, or a bottle of wine ( even though a little wine, has never hurt anyone), or a session of binge watching Netflix to prove that I am happy and relaxed. I have a goal and through I may have been temporarily derailed, but I’m back and I’m better– Friends, I have one ask of you. Help hold me accountable. We all know the saying “it takes a village to raise a child“, and from going through this experience I know I can’t do it alone.
So if you have any ideas for positive rewards, or and words of wisdom to bestow please feel free to chime in. I would love to hear from you all.