Please to welcome Berni.
She blogs daily at Yo Yo No More (& has been exceeeeedingly patient in waiting for me to run her post).
I’d heard it a thousand times before: It’s all about forming new habits, a new lifestyle. Yeah, I know, that’s great, but how the hell do I do this? How do I create said lifestyle, where my hair always looks good and my teeth sparkle?
This was my problem, and I needed a solution, I was back up at my heaviest weight AGAIN and looking like I was going to make that seem like a skinny day soon. I knew what the good habits were, what the lifestyle looked like but I couldn’t seem to grab it. The dumplings, the extra serves, the fried chicken (It’s Japanese style, that’s healthy right?) called me, like a siren.
Change finally arrived, and I would like to share with you, almighty Bumbling Band, how I’m starting to turn my life into a work in progress that I’m proud of, something I’m happy to keep building on. This is what has done it for me, helped me find my groove. I’m sure each of us has wildly different demons and vices, all I can say is never stop looking at yourself and asking questions.
1. I started to floss my teeth. This was a habit I consciously made, I struggled with the bleeding gums, the lack of desire to spend an extra few minutes on my dental hygiene, but I did it. It proved to me that I could make changes, and showed me how one small step can have a bigger effect down the track. This is still the example I go back to, when I’m feeling defeated, I still floss my teeth, and I can do this, one step at a time.
2. I started talking to myself. My standard excuse was that it was too hard. So I started thinking of things that I’d done that where actually hard and then threw that back at myself when I started complaining. It kinda went like this, “this isn’t hard, working the night shift on 3 hours sleep was hard, get your butt out there and walk ”.
3. I stopped talking to myself. I had a serious long-term relationship with a voice in my head. I named her Sabotaging Me. She was a total biatch and it was time to go our separate ways. This was hard, part of me loved her and her insults, something about it was comforting, assuring. It was a long process, and involved a heap of not listening, talking over her, contradicting her views and trying to be positive. It was awkward, I felt weird, but after a while, my voice got stronger and the kindness I showed myself felt good, not undeserved.
4. I got proud. Once Sabotaging Me became quieter I started finding things I was proud of each day. At first, this gave her a chance to pipe up again and mock me. But I persevered and started making it part of my blog. Pretty soon Sabotaging Me became silent altogether and these days I don’t seem to hear from her at all, not even a postcard.
This is the start for me. I’m not at my goal weight, not even close. But I feel like I’ve climbed the most rugged mountain in the range. I feel like I’m equipped with walking stick, appropriate footwear, and a warm jacket. I’m ready to tackle the rest of the trail, pick up some more equipment on the way and get to my destination, ruddy cheeked, smiling and ready for the next challenge.
So tell me, what has been/is your biggest hurdle? How are/did you work through it?
Is it the chocolate bars and the deep-fried golden goodness? Is it getting up and working out? Or is it that little voice inside your head holding you back?