The past month has not been diet friendly.
I had a huge paper due. I got sick. I went out with my friends. I had a big midterm. Life got in the way.
And I know these things happen, but I actually miss working full time (the grass is always greener on the other side, am I right?).
When I worked, I didn't have homework every day. I went to work, I went to the gym, I hung out with Nathan. I LOVED going and spending time in the fancy gym. I loved having NOTHING to do on the weekends. I loved my life a lot of days, even if I was adjusting to the time management of it all.
I'm starting to wonder what I need to push myself.
The numbers aren't pushing me. I weighed in at 218 this morning.
The tight clothes aren't doing it... I still have clothes that look great, and am getting plenty of attention. My rings I had to get resized 1.5 sizes smaller are still big.
So what's it going to take?
Why am I no longer motivated?
I look at my body and am unhappy, but unmotivated to change.
So how do I move past this?
How do I make it about me again?
2 comments:
Maybe some of the statistics on health and shorter lifespan will get you moving. After all, all the schooling in the world means nothing if you are dead.
Have a good week! (I promise I am usually not this macabre)
Cheers,
Missa
LosingEthel
I've kept your post as "unread" in my Google Reader because I was hoping for some sort of inspiration to come to me FOR you.
And still nothing has really come to me.
I guess all I can think of to tell you is that expression "you change when the pain of staying the same is more than the pain of change."
It sounds trite and I didn't want to write it, but I think there is some truth to it.
I also think that the times in my life when I am stressed or unhappy are when I've gained the most weight - or been my heaviest. Maybe you love law school and maybe you don't...but maybe you don't love being busy all the time. Maybe you're like me (at least how I've been this past week) where I ate the stuff I knew I shouldn't and didn't exercise when I know I should've because I actually *was* trying to comfort myself. I've been stressed to the max and food and not exercise has always been a good way for me to pamper myself.
So I'm trying to figure out other ways to do that.
Sometimes it's a slow process...but you will get there. I don't think you're going to die anytime soon, btw. I mean really...wtf?
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