Today, I weighed myself and I am not happy with that number. But it’s not so much the number, it’s more of a how my clothes me thing. I know that I can do any number of things to help me lose the weight but, who knows what’s going to help me lose it. I’ve been stressed. And I’m not one who can go on the stress diet of coffee and nicotine and lose weight. Nope. That’s not me. I eat. And then I eat more and then I get more stressed and eat more. I was thinking about how science is now pointing to a stress hormone that allows me to produce cortisol and now I have to get my body to hit a reset button.
How do I hit a reset button. Well, I have to take a look at my eating. I’ve been on vacation the last week and so I’ve allowed myself to eat stuff I don’t usually eat. So first thing is no more chocolate syrup in my coffee 😑👎🏻. From there I know that I have been so sedentary from my torn muscle, that I haven’t even got to where I think I should be. Not even close to baseline yet!! That makes me crazy. So since I have started to work out in the afternoons with my girls, we do thirty minutes of weights/strength training and then a 30 minute walk, I have thought it best to get back to my running in the morning.
How many times must I got through this whole thing of getting my ass up and going out the door. I used to think if I had someone else to hold me accountable then I could do it. But when it’s just me holding me accountable, I have to say, I like being comfortable.
If I want change, I have to get used to being uncomfortable. I need to get up in the morning and go run and I need to be able to just do it but putting it into practice is a whole other thing. To start with, I’m really good at making excuses for why I can or can’t do something. And I’m even better at just letting myself go. And I’m pretty sure that is all it is. But there is no big prize that I get for doing it. There isn’t any motivation to do it. Here is where commitment comes in.
I am really good at being committed to my husband. I am super awesome at being committed to my family. I am pretty good at being committed to my dog. I am not very good at being committed to myself. Let me say it again. I. Am. Not. Good at. Being. Committed. To. Myself. And to get up and do it daily is a real commitment. And I have been really good at letting myself down these days. So to make this work, I have to start putting in the time and the miles daily to hit my goals. I want to be a faster runner but I have some days when I just want to be a jelly roll too.
I know what I have to do. My clothes are laid out right now. Clothes for work after my shower are there too. Everything is there. Ready. Now, are all my alarms set and ready to go? I’m pretty sure they are. Would hate to wake up 30 minutes late for work. Guess we will have to wait and see now. Fingers crossed! 🤞🏻
The Morning High Runner 