I am in awe of how quickly new habits can be formed. As my fiftieth birthday approached at the end of March, I made a few monumental decisions. I got a tattoo, I had a small, intimate dinner with friends and family to celebrate the day and I made a promise to myself to eat better and move more.
It’s easy to make promises to yourself and it’s even easier to break them but I have held myself accountable and have been keeping those promises to myself. Gone are the days when I would skip breakfast and unintentionally miss lunch as well. When I don’t add fuel to my body in the morning, it stops reminding me I’m hungry and I can go for extended periods of time without feeling the urge to eat. All of that has changed.
I am now setting my alarm an hour earlier than usual to walk a minimum of three kilometers before I get ready for work. I am back to making breakfast smoothies every morning with healthy, and somewhat unique, ingredients. Super foods like spinach, beets and cinnamon are mixed with yogurt, bananas and frozen fruit to create a tasty morning treat. And I am very cognizant of filling and emptying my water glass many times during the day.
As I continue to put one foot in front of the other, not only on the road but in my eating patterns, I have noticed a difference. The scales may not completely share my enthusiasm and they seem to report numbers I feel are incorrect but I feel different. I feel better. And my clothes are feeling looser than they used to feel. That means much more to me than a number on a scale.
It is just after 11:00 pm and, as I finish this post, I am setting my alarm for 5:45 am so I can try to get in the four kilometer walk that seems to be my new morning habit. I will return from my walk, have my coffee, make my smoothie and feed off the energy I gain from my walks. I will replay the compliments from friends who see a difference in me. And I will quite possibly put one foot in front of the other to walk back into the kitchen to throw my scales in the garbage!
Bravo! Your commitment to healthy living is wonderful. Throwing out the scales a brilliant idea, too. I have a love-hate relationship with scales but I do weigh myself once a week as an accountability check. I try not to obsess over the number as long as my clothes fit comfortably. Here’s to being kind to ourselves and loving our mid century bodies.
Thank you, and I agree about being kind to ourselves. 🙂
This is inspiring. I need to get back on my bicycle. Thanks for the reminder to get moving. Keep going!!
Yes, release yourself from the scales that always try to deceive in one way or another!
An early morning walk is invaluable…and a tattoo much more delightful than any numbers on a scale…good for you!
I find myself motivated every morning to get up early to go for a walk now. I love it.