I think I did very well with my eats yesterday. I made sure to eat a couple of snacks to keep my blood sugar steady. I chose good things like low carb yogurt and oranges. I ate healthy Thai Chili for lunch (so good it's awesome) and Hearty Chicken Noodle Soup for dinner. I stayed hydrated. A good day in the books.
Exercise included strength training for the lower body using a routine from January issue of Oxygen magazine. I also did 40 minutes of Zumba.
I had planned on a run that evening with hubby but when I got dressed and laced up my shoes I jogged through the living room and my back got a sharp pain that ran from my lower back across my left hip. Then I would get the sharp pain just walking. So no running last night. I think I pinched a nerve doing Zumba. Perhaps my hips weren't made to shake like that? :)
Since I couldn't go running I decided to take a shower and call it a day. When I was drying off I noticed my belly pooch again and thought, "What if it never goes away? What if I'm never able to get to my goal weight? Would I still keep working this hard if I knew I'd never be able to lose the weight?"
Tough question if you really stop and consider it. If I knew that I'd always have my belly pooch and this was as good as it's going to get would I a) eat whatever I wanted or b) continue to eat better? Would I a)continue to work out or b)become a couch potato again?
After some thought I decided that I like the way I feel now. I like that I have more energy and stamina. I love that I can run a little easier now (it's still difficult but not as bad as before). I like feeling my muscles after I use weights. I love feeling my heart race when I ride my bike. I most love the attitude that is developing. It's an "I can do anything" attitude and it's been missing for far too long. I'm tackling things that have held me back in the past like my fear of heights (my legs literally seize up when I get high and I can't move and it's painful). Now I'm climbing the stairs of observation towers and the nets of playgrounds.
So even if I knew that I'd never lose another pound or my belly pooch, I believe that I'd still keep doing what I'm doing: watching what I eat and exercising and trying new things. I feel too good not to.
Knowing that about myself helps to take the focus off the scale and the maddening obsession with numbers. I still believe the numbers are important but it's not why I do what I do. I do this because I feel so much happier and better about myself.
What about you? Would you eat right and work hard if you knew you'd never lose another pound? For me, realizing that I would do this no matter what shifted my focus and made me feel more at peace. It helps me to enjoy the journey more and realize that the journey doesn't end at a goal weight.