I love to write. Always have. I remember in highschool I took a journalism class thinking one day I could write in a newspaper. Fast forward to my early twenties where I was a huge gamer and had a (mildy successful) gaming blog. Then I started this when I began my Beachbody journey. Now, it's abadoned. But, maybe not for long.
I have all but left Beachbody in pursuit of actually trying to learn about food. Read labels. Understand whether or not these foods, supplements, whatever, that broadcast that they're healthy. Are actually... healthy.
I was introduced to a certified health coach and followed her 4 week plan. 4 weeks of no sugar, grains, dairy, processed foods, beans and preservatives. I had bumps. But, at the end of the 4 weeks I had lost 10 lbs., improved some other numbers, gained some knowledge and confidence. And felt okay to try this on my own. I even joined a gym!
Then today happened. Cookies. Many of them. Chips. Bread. I just spiralled. And I knew I was doing it. So why am I sabotaging myself and my progress? I do this all the time. Then as my brain catches on to what I was doing, I immediately go into negative Nancy mode. Thinking the worst of myself and sometimes... Giving up.
I started dinner. Paleo chicken fingers from the recipe book from my health coach. I made sure to make extras to have for lunch. I took a breath, took a shower, and told myself it was OKAY. I am human. And far from perfect. This is a learning process that will have some bumps, but it's up to me to make sure I can make it over the hill.
I packed my gym clothes, put them in my backpack. Will be taking these with me to work, so I can go straight to the gym. No excuses this time.
Then, I came here. Dusted off the ole blog. Told myself, it's okay. Keep going. Tomorrow is a new day.
