This past Saturday, I began a new diet program in order to get myself back in shape. And here I am at the end of Day 4 and I feel lighter already. I don’t know if it’s psychosomatic but I like the feeling nonetheless.
It was the last holiday season, when I had eleven days off– which meant eleven days without access to the gym at work– that ushered me into a more sedentary approach to the day. After all, I was on vacation and it was the holidays. Why would I work out? Plus, it had been forever since I’d had the holidays off. I almost didn’t know what to do. Naturally, I went all Dionysius and simply ate, drank, and be merry the entire time.
Sadly, the feeling of entitlement didn’t end even after work started up again. I continued to eat, drink, and be merry. Plus, I started getting more complex programs assigned to me at work, which also meant that I was eating meals at odd times and was often unable to put a workout in because the programs/events either started quite early or ended late. They even included weekends, which totally screwed up my daily/weekly routine, that I found myself seven months later, grossly out-of-shape.
Of course, I’m totally transferring blame here. It would have taken some effort, but I easily could’ve fit in my workouts despite my crazy schedule, and I certainly could’ve said ‘no’ to those brownies, cookies, and other snack items that somehow manage to migrate to our office kitchen every afternoon, beckoning me to ingest them.
So, now, I’ve got 24 more days to incorporate these new eating habits, and prove to myself once and for all that I can have a healthy relationship with food and have a more positive self-image both internally and externally.
Wish me luck!
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