That’s right–I’m gettin’ my groove back.
I moved down to Chattanooga bout two weeks before Dan did. It just so happened that the week I moved here, Dan was down here for a week of training. I was able to stay in his hotel room, which was great because our furniture didn’t arrive until 4 days after I arrived. I then had a week alone, and then Dan officially moved down here.
I learned something about myself in those two weeks: without a goal, and without structure, I fall off the wagon. HARD. Before, I was doing Crossfit, which is incredibly motivating for me. Before that, I was lifting regularly, which I also love. I saw some incredible progress…especially once I started Crossfit.
But when we moved, I had to make a really difficult decision–with no income, I just couldn’t justify doing Crossfit. I love it more than anything, and I’m one of the first to argue with people and say that you need to invest in your health, so money shouldn’t be a huge factor. However…it is really expensive, and with no income, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. The relatively new fiscally responsible part of me couldn’t let me do it.
I was also eating on the go, which is a death sentence for me. So in about 2 and half weeks, I did a lot of damage. I felt gross, I felt fat, and I felt like I had undone all my progress in a short amount of time. I wondered if I have a food addiction issue. I still think I might–once I start eating poorly, it snowballs, and I feel like I can’t stop. That’s another post, though. I just didn’t feel like myself. I was tired, sluggish, unmotivated, depressed…I was definitely in a funk.
My best friend and fellow Beachbody coach Jen and I started a challenge group together, and I decided this was my chance to get my groove back. To dedicate myself to a program, to have goals, and to focus my mind on my health. So I ordered p90x!
The day before starting, I did my measurements and weighed myself for the first time in about 6 months. I was disappointed. I have no idea what I weighed before we moved, but I knew I had gained a lot, and I wasn’t just sad about it–I was ANGRY. Angry because I’m smarter than that. I’m better than that. I had failed. I failed my body, and I failed my brain. I was pissed. And that anger totally changed the game for me.
I feel more like myself already. I’m more positive, and I’m back to cooking at home. It’s been amazing. Just having a set program to follow and some kind of routine has helped me get back on track. I’m in week two right now, and the fire is still burning. I feel like I have purpose, vision, goals…. I’ve learned that wanting to be healthier isn’t enough. You need structure. You need goals. You need something that drives you.
I’m happy to be back at it, and I can’t wait to see the changes that happen over the course of the program. I know that I will come out the other end stronger, smarter, and better than before.
What do YOU struggle with? What kind of behaviors or life events get you off the wagon? How do you get back on?