Last week I mentioned something about setting some goals in an effort to feel less like crap all the time. Then I hit “publish” and instantly regretted it. Because now I was accountable.
It’s one thing to casually say, “I’m going to eat better.” It’s entirely another to declare to the world, “I’m giving up Dr Pepper… Starting now.”
Last week was rough. I stumbled many times. And hated myself for it.
Then over the weekend, I had to stop and reevaluate what I really wanted to accomplish with these goals. Because I didn’t want to walk around hating myself every time I slipped up. So, here’s the gist of it…
1. Have more energy. Ironically, this is why I started chugging Dr Pepper to begin with. And it worked for a while. But with some nasty side effects. Let’s just say my gut no likey the soda.
2. Be more flexible. Okay, get your minds out of the gutter. The sad reality is that most days, when I wake up, I can’t touch my toes. And tight muscles lead to more aches and pains.
3. Improve endurance. As you could have inferred from the above, I am horribly out of shape. And I would appreciate being able to walk up a flight of stairs without getting winded.
4. Eat better. I am convinced that all the sugar I consume cannot be good for my body. Especially since I have a dysfunctional immune system. Because the evil bacteria that lives in my gut starts doing sugar keg stands and then they start breaking furniture and falling out of trees. Never a good way to end a party.
5. Take time for me. This is less about physical health, but nonetheless important. After years of neglecting myself due to time and money shortages, I would like to spend a little more time on me. And now that I whacked all my hair off, I am forced to at least get a haircut every six weeks. So, I figured maybe a pedicure every once in a while wouldn’t be a bad idea, either. Or an early morning date with my camera and a Bread Company muffin.
This post is already longer than my attention span can handle, so I’ll stop here for now. Stay tuned for the sequel to Goals. Although, I’m a little nervous because the sequel is never as good as the original.