First, I need to come clean about my radio silence in the blogosphere. Well, I guess I don’t really NEED to, but I want to. Because I’d hate for anyone to lose any more sleep wondering where I’ve gone.
Wait, what? You’ve been sleeping like a baby this whole time? Ahem. Let’s move along.
When you spend the better part of your life being a professional procrastinator like moi, you begin to develop a few quirks. I prefer to call them habits.
A big “habit” for me is to assume that my mind won’t be able to distinguish the difference between SAYING I’m going to do something and actually DOING IT. For example, if I TELL the world that I’m going to complete 50 marathons by age 50 then, well, my mind just picks right up, gives itself a hearty pat on the ol’ back and moves on.
Just like that. Done and done.
Never mind the pesky little fact that I’ve only completed eight marathons and have no intention of doing another one. My MIND thinks I’ve done it, so we’re all good, right?
So fast-forward to today. Here we are in early February of a brand-new year, and I have honored myself for AN ENTIRE MONTH with healthy living. Drinking lots of water. Moving my body every day. Putting good fuel into my body. Flossing.
Every. Single. Day.
So, I’ve been scared. Of my own mind. That might sound silly to all the intrinsically-motivated souls out there who can’t imagine starting their day without a good sweat and who thinks that EVERYONE flosses their teeth 365 days a year, but not for me.
It’s not that easy, and it never has been.
On the flip side, I don’t want to hide behind my fears because frankly, I’m proud of myself for making healthy changes and I want to talk about it!*
*Disclaimer: the plus side of being a lifetime member of the Procrastination Club is that folks are conditioned to expect a fizzle out of motivation and drive. Therefore, I consider all of this a win-win in my court.
The other half of this coming clean business is all the exciting new things I’m learning about, well, EATING CLEAN. As a family, we are making more and more of the “right” choices and man, does it feels good.
Here’s a snapshot of what a typical day is looking like for me:
Fresh egg (straight from our very own chickens!), 2 slices of lean turkey bacon, 1/2 cup of organic berries, 1 slice of sprouted Ezekiel cinnamon/raisin bread, and a cup of coffee with organic half-n-half and 1 Splenda packet.*
*Disclaimer: yes, I sure do know that Splenda is the devil but there are a couple of areas where I am struggling to satisfy my sweet tooth without loading up on sugar, the devil’s wife. Suggestions are welcomed.
SNACK #1 (I’m a snacker, I can’t help it):
1/2 cup organic baby carrots with 2 T. homemade hummus (I made it myself, people! That’s right.)
I sprinkled pepper on the top in the hopes it would look a bit less Exorcist-y in the picture. A food blogger, I am not. You’ll just have to take my word that it tasted good.
1 cup Amy’s Split Pea Soup (note: I am this close to making my own and freezing it. Stay tuned.) + 1 slice sharp cheddar cheese and 1 banana bran muffin (also homemade! I AM ON FIRE.)
For the love of fiber! In my haste to get it in m’belly, I forgot to take a picture.
1 organic apple with 1 T. almond butter
Ok, then. I am quickly realizing that my food choices look like anything but Kodak moments. Let’s just go on blind faith here, shall we?
1 cup homemade chili + 1 slice sharp cheddar cheese
Oops. These were camera-shy too.
4 dark chocolate almonds + cup of Good Earth tea.
Eating 6x/day might seem like crazy-talk to some people, but this cat needs her some snacks or she’ll go loco and start talking about herself in the third person. Trust me, she can tell you it’s not pretty.
I’m also tracking my daily food and exercise on myfitnesspal.com. Stalkers welcome!
P.S. In unrelated news, I do our grocery shopping for the entire week (including all breakfasts, myriad snacks, lunches, dinners, etc.) on Sundays. It is an INTRICATE PROCESS. I consult our social calendar, after-school activities, factor in left-overs and what-not. It takes forever and I’m always so glad when it’s done. I put all of the information into my trusty spiral steno pad and head off on Sunday to geterdone.
Well, I was SUPER on my A-game on Saturday and got everything prepared and ready for shopping the next day. And then I promptly lost my steno pad. Poof. Gone. I was so distraught. I had our 6-year-old turning the house upside down. It never did turn up and I had to start all. over. again. But? Even though I was über annoyed and possibly cranky for a solid 20 minutes to 2 hours, I had to check myself and realize that in the Grand Scheme Of Life, that was really nothing. Even though it felt like a big, annoying something at the time.
Does this every happen to you? Please say yes.