So here’s the sitch for any readers who may have come to this blog via some older posts I wrote about the complete overhaul I once made to my lackluster diet and exercise regimen – all of that weight I proudly spoke of shedding? I have regrettably gained back so, so much of it. My daily trips to the gym and/or the swimming pool for a few dozen laps? I’ve worked out maybe five times in the last month and a half. The improved, non-butter-centric diet? Very much incorporating – or even just basing an entire meal around – butter once again.
For a while I blamed my newfound – and very much unwelcome – slothdom on the absence of our cat, Weegie, who passed away at the beginning of December. I was practically incoherent in my sadness, and December was a blur of eating my feelings, and everyone else’s as well. But I can actually trace the slackening of my resolve to our Labour Day 2018 long weekend trip to Disney. I fell out of both my diet and exercise routines at that point and never really found my way back to them, so I can’t lay the blame solely at the doorstep of one very terrible Monday morning in December.
We also just returned home from another week in Disney World, where, despite walking over a dozen miles a day and being on our feet for 13 or more hours each day, we both put on a bit of weight AND picked up even more poor dietary habits – the hazards of vacationing in a place that features cheese-covered everything, with a margarita on the side.
So for about six months now, it’s been a solid slide back to a place I very much do not want to return to, and it’s time to hit the brakes, throw the truck into reverse and…and I really don’t know vehicles well enough to be making driving metaphors!
But here’s the thing: I feel like crap. All the time. I’m actually writing this post at 4:00 in the morning, because I woke up with a sore head, back and tummy. That’s what happens – or at least that’s what happens to me – when I’m not taking care of myself. The headaches – a particularly troublesome affliction of mine my entire friggin’ life – that had once subsided have returned with a vengeance. My back, once strong from daily exercise, throbs when I lay down for any longer than four hours at a time. And without getting into the finer details, my GI system is a riot of gingerale/potato chips/pasta/fried food/butter-induced indigestion. And I flirt with bouts of insomnia, an experience made ever so less appealing by the fact that it is no longer an act of meowing cat (my, how she loved screaming us into consciousness in the wee small hours of the morning) and now just an act of my own restless, bothered mind.
Also? When I’m not taking care of myself, when I’m not making good health and dietary choices for my family, I begin to feel like life is going off the rails in all sorts of other ways, and that makes me very, very unhappy. I’m a person who needs a loose framework of structure and order in her life, and I need a track on which to set my, uh, donkey? Again, REALLY don’t know my driving metaphors.
But I feel like I’ve been a trackless donkey for far too long now. So I’m making some changes. Starting yesterday – fitting, since the last time I decided to kick my own arse, it was also at the end of February – I once again began monitoring my caloric input, while cutting back the bad and increasing the good. I know what I should be eating to feel good and strong, it’s just a matter of reminding myself – repeatedly, because it’s a tough lesson to learn – that I feel so much better when I make responsible choices regarding my diet, and I really ought to put down that second helping of pasta.
To that end, I’ve once again subscribed to Hello Fresh, the meal subscription box I reviewed (spoiler: mostly favourably) in this post. I maintain that Hello Fresh is not the least bit cost effective, and I’ve had a couple of very poor customer service experiences here in Ontario that left much to be desired. But the recipes (we get the two-person vegetarian box) are creative and tasty, the ingredients are of excellent quality, and hey, I just plain old like it. Also – and this is a big benefit to us right now as we aim to rein things in – the serving sizes are small, and feed no more than two people at a time, which pretty well ensures that you’ll be respecting those ever-creeping portion sizes, because there won’t be a bit of food left to sneak from the pan out in the kitchen.
And starting up once again yesterday morning, I began a light exercise routine down in my gym. Nothing more than a bit of walking on the treadmill for right now, but hopefully I’ll be back to swimming, weights and stretching soon. Can’t say I love plodding away on a treadmill or an elliptical machine for many mind-numbing minutes at a time, but I do know I feel better – clearer, lighter, more productive somehow – when I exercise, so exercise I shall! Also, could the weather possibly warm up a titch? I’d really prefer it if my first swim of 2019 wasn’t a polar dip. And that’s in the indoor pool!
So that’s where we stand here at the end of February 2019, with a mea culpa for the cached example of a past success that is regrettably no longer my present reality. But I’m tired of feeling cruddy, and it’s time to return to a slightly more positive standing in my life. And a huge part of that is remaining accountable to kind and interested people like you who may be struggling with, or have struggled with, diet and weight issues of your own. So please do return to this space in a month’s time, when hopefully I’ll have all manner of inspiring wisdom to share with you about how I broke the dieting code or found the foodie holy grail (a never-ending fountain that dispenses calorie-less Linguine Carbonara, of course) and maybe we can get through this thing together. 🙂
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