So, I've been thinking alot about goals lately and how we get ourselves to achieving them or sabotaging ourselves FROM achieving them.One year ago i made a pact with myself that i would stop living on borrowed time and start taking care of myself so began my journey into healthier living i started really thinking about what i put into my body and more importantly i started moving and lo and behold the weight started to drop away.
holidays 2010 from my hubbys camera phone.
AND.....i wanted to do things,things that did not involve a couch or a movie or(gasp)food.That's when i started thinking "maybe i should make some goals here."my first goal was very straight forward.a 50 pound goal.I reached that one,but only for a day or two.the scale would be right back to 49 lost.Now i hate to sound alittle self-helpy here but i started thinking"am i intentionally sabotaging myself here?"I think what really happened was i lost sight of the big picture here.My original goal was never to lose weight,i knew it would happen regardless,but my beginning stemmed from a want to live my life to the fullest.There were certain things i knew i enjoyed doing at one point in my life that had become burdensome,take hiking,i loved to go hiking with my family but the trouble was i wasn't REALLY hiking with them because i was always a good 200 yards behind huffing and puffing along.Back to the main point here my goal was to get healthier not skinnier.period.The thing that's bothering me is not the platue in weight loss but that i have gone back to bad behavior of living a sedated lifestyle.dammit.Lets face it,I'm never gonna be a size six.BUT,that doesn't mean i cant be healthy(and sexy.) Ive heard people say"today is the first day of the rest of your life" I think what they were really saying was,don't let one moment be it a day a week a month hell even a decade define who you are.pick yourself up and move on.or in my case,get moving.
