If you think about it, being healthy is not something you just arrive at in one day. It’s a process that requires daily work and planning. We can all think back to a time when we were thinner, in better shape, or felt better than we do now. Which begs the question: what changed? In one word: LIFE.
As we age, our lives become more hectic with work, husbands, relationships, children, etc., so maintaining our health is placed on the back burner due to lack of time. But for most of us, including myself, that is just an excuse to be lazy and become better acquainted with our chub.
I like to refer to mine as “baby chub.” I was an avid gym rat when I met my husband, so I didn’t develop “love chub.” However, “baby chub” and I are great friends. So much so that “baby chub” continues to hang around and try to convince me to accept the relationship as long term.
Here’s how my relationship with “baby chub” started:
Before I became pregnant, I was training for a half marathon. My husband and I figured we would let nature happen when the time was right. In my blissful ignorance, I figured that would take a while. Nope. And as soon as I found out I was preggo, my exercise regimen hit the skids and went on hiatus.
Pregnancy was a great excuse to eat what I wanted with almost blatant disregard for calorie counts. After all, I was eating for two. Then came my baby boy, who replaced all my free time with diaper changes, feedings, baths, and hours of cuddling. Since I chose to nurse him, I could eat what I wanted, when I wanted, and as much as I wanted and still lost weight. During this time I also started eating a candy bar a day. Why??? Because I could. Didn’t matter what I ate, I was still losing. It was great!!
Then nursing came to an end. My eating habits continued. My lack of exercise continued. And the weight piled on. Did I realize it? Subconsciously, yes, but I excel in the art of denial and chose to ignore the obvious. This continued until I stepped on the scale for a doctor’s appointment and the reality of my weight not only stared me in the eye, but the nurse even wrote it down in my file to save for all time. OUCH!
Which is how I arrived here. I want this year to be different. I want to strive to be a healthier me. Not only in the weight department, but also in the mental department. Being healthy affects our entire well-being—mental and physical. So with that in mind, I am going to eat healthier and exercise more. I want to be able to play with my son instead of watch him play. I want to train for a 5K and get closer to my goal of training for a half marathon again.
What is your story? What goals would you like to achieve in the upcoming year as we begin our journey together?
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