I’m challenging myself to 21 days of clean eating because –
1. I can do better for my body than I am right now.
2. I am anticipating the most active year of my life and am going to put my body under a lot of stress. The less weight I have on me, figuratively and literally, the better.
3. It is good for me to do things that I am not sure I can do.
4. Though this seems to conflict directly with #3, when I did this 2 years ago it worked really well.
5. My pants will feel better.
6. It will feel good to set a goal and achieve it. Even better than this French toast tastes right now. Barely, but every bit counts.
7. It will bring me closer to people who are working toward the same goal.
How I will define success:
Because I said previously that I will not weigh myself until the end of the month, I will define success by my following of the plan. If I do what it says and feel physically and mentally stronger, I win. If I don’t, I don’t.
My 5 Affirmations:
1 – 4: You do not have to be perfect. Spoken louder each time, perhaps sung by the final repetition.
5. You are not alone.
My Reward at the end of 3 weeks:
Three wishes from a genie. I don’t know!!
I’m thankful that I haven’t reached the level of insanity as the above sentiment has. That doesn’t mean I don’t regularly give it a damn good try.
Something I’ve noticed about myself over many years is that I tend to work best under pressure. Without a well defined goal closely in front of me, I am usually not motivated. I procrastinate like a professional. I’m that person who turned in papers due at 5 PM at 4:59:58. (Don’t want to cut it too close). If you ask me to do something without a deadline or without specified guidelines, it’s probably not getting done.
Meanwhile, I’m coping with this injury and getting back into the shape I know I can be in, and then it occurred to me:
What if I gained 10 pounds on purpose?
I am infinitely more focused than I was a week ago. Now I have something to work toward. Before, my race was a million miles away (it still is, by the way) and I am surrounded by end of the school year festivities. Am I so undisciplined that the idea of responsibly maintaining my weight is not enough to keep me motivated?
Also, when I posted on Facebook that I am staging my comeback, I got several likes. Guess who took that to mean her friends think she’s fat. And they let me walk the streets.