I’ve always prided myself on being someone who doesn’t care about the number on the scale. Very recently, I came to a harsh realization: I only didn’t care because I was always okay with the number staring back at me…until now.
We have a scale in our apartment, but I’m pretty sure the batteries in it have been out since last summer. It wasn’t until my son asked me to jump on the scale at my in-laws’ over winter break that I realized how out of shape I really was/am.
You know that scene in the first Sex and the City movie (oh just admit you’ve seen it) when Samantha arrives from Los Angeles having packed on a few pounds and Carrie basically asks her, “How could you not realize it?!”
(A) I totally get how she could “not realize.”
(B) She really wasn’t even very overweight.
Of course I had to be very mindful of my reaction; I would never want to be the cause of my child’s body issues. But inside (and in private with my husband), I was ashamed of myself!
I won’t say what the magic number was that triggered my reaction. Some people would be more appalled than I was, and others would laugh at how ridiculous I was being. That number is different for everyone, I know. The point for me is this:
I CAN DO BETTER.
It’s a new year! I’m pretty anti-resolution because doesn’t that just feel like setting yourself up to fail? I’m not going to pick a number because what does that even mean? I’ll tell you what I am going to do.
(1) I’m not going to buy junk food to have at home.
I’m not going to fool myself into thinking that I won’t be eating junk food anymore. My love of sweets runs too deep. There may be a dessert order or the occasional trip to the vending machine in my future, but I know that if I buy chips or cookies to just have at home, I won’t stand a chance.
(2) I’m going to use a smaller plate for my meals.
Portion control is a big deal! My husband is built like a football player…so, there is really no need for me to be eating as much as he does come mealtime. Again, I can’t promise myself that I’m going to eat a diet strictly made up of organic veggies from now on. However, eating less of my I-think-pretty-average meals is a step in the right direction.
(3) I’m going to try and get in my steps!
I don’t know where the 10,000 steps a day goal came from, but I know that even though I walk half a mile each way from work and walk my dog in the evening, I’m still only getting around half that every day. Are you as surprised as I was? I’m still working on figuring out what my “thing” is as far as exercise goes. They say everyone has one. I really enjoy barre classes, but I just can’t justify the price (upwards of $30 PER CLASS). For now I can at least work on getting myself up from my desk at least once every hour.
(4) I’m going to love how I look right now.
I know, I know. This whole post is about my weight gain and things I want to do in an effort to shed a few pounds. But I look the way I look now! It’s important to always strive to be better, but it’s equally important to love yourself as is. I may or may not end up losing any weight, but I’m stuck with me either way.
Do you have any other realistic steps I can take in an effort to be healthier? No, I’m not going to join a gym (at least not yet). No, I’m not going to fill 3/4 of my plate with vegetables at every meal. I mean small, REALISTIC steps. Ready…go!