And, my progress was that I'm exactly where I was a week ago.
Not up. Not down. Exactly the same.
I'm okay with that.
Because, while I'm still trying to lose a complete turkey by Thanksgiving, if I come a few pounds short it's not a big deal. As long as I've lost and I'm back in the habit of thinking before I eat and being active, then I'll consider it a success.
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Over the week I also realized something. It's something I've learned before, but I'm sort of stubborn and thick-headed sometimes, so I must have needed another exposure to this particular lesson:
It hit me fully when I was running earlier this week and was forcing myself to run at a pace that for a lot of people is a comfortable pace...but for me is a sprint. After about 5 minutes of that pace I wanted to throw up so I quit my workout. Which just made me beat myself up. And my inner mean girl came out: "Jaci, ____ can run that pace for an hour without breaking a sweat. What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you suck? Oh, yeah, because you let yourself gain weight again. ____ wouldn't have that issue. And your weight gain is why no one loves you..."
Yeah, I wasn't very nice to myself. Because I was constantly thinking I needed to be someone else.
Then, Thursday came. And on my way to the gym I decided that I'd had a long day and instead of running for the exact purpose of weight loss I was going to run for the purpose of relaxation and stress relief. So, after I warmed up, I put the mill on a comfortable pace (roughly a 11:00 mile) and just ran/jogged for 30 minutes (the longest uninterrupted run I've done in months). I was breathing hard but wasn't in pain, and at the end I had enough in me to sprint the last three minutes. Hard. Then I walked for around 30 minutes, just because it felt good. And, then I did some deeeeeeep stretching.
I felt fantastic afterwords. And proud. In a little over an hour I'd ran and walked 5 miles. I'd set out to finish 3 earlier in the week and quit 1.67 miles into the workout.
That moment I decided something (again). I'm going to stop making myself crazy. I'm going to stop making myself believe that I'm not good enough just because some else is skinnier or faster or has a better job. Instead of practicing comparison, I'm going to practice compassion for everyone - especially myself.
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