I know what to do, why do I have to force myself to to them? I got more exercise dragging my exercise bike out of storage than using it. I know it is a good non stress way to get so activity, but I find excuses. It is setting there waiting, patiently waiting. I will start using it, that I have no doubt. When I started this WOE, I told myself to be patient, things will fall into place when I'm ready for them. I guess I'm not ready to get my ride on yet, I wonder if it is the last bit of rebellion ...
My mobility has improved immensely since starting this WOE. Not that I had any debilitating concerns, just the opposite really... oh except for weighing as much as the lawn tractor in you garage. I was having personal hygiene issues (gross but true), items on the floor might has well been on the moon, I was starting to do the "teeter totter" walk instead of a regular gait, and those 14 steps up to my apartment were starting to be like ascending the Matterhorn. All those ...
How many countless Sunday evenings have I resolved to "get on track" Monday morning? Easily said in my past carb induced semi-coma from the comfort of my recliner, remote in hand. How many Fridays have I sat at my desk making excuses for why I didn't "get on track" this week and how everybody knows you can't start dieting on the weekends? A never ending "roundyround" of pathetic resolve and failure to adhere to the plan past noon on Monday. Each passing week or year ...
We have a exceedingly gracious and endearing customer who has made a tradition of bringing in a tin of sugar cookies every year at Christmas time. That empty tin has an almost religious aspect to it, we lovingly wash it and transport it back to her with a fervent plea it will be refilled next year. The sugar cookies are light crispy golden rounds of buttery goodness. Upon the slightest bite pressure they explode in a sensuously indulgent taste sensation. Truly a delight that if made commercially, ...
I make thousands of decisions everyday, from the mundane to the critical all of which affect my life and those around me. A key decision I'm learning to make before stirring from my night's repose, is to dedicate myself to another clean day of Atkins nutrition. No quibbling with my inner self about why I might not be able to, just steely resolve to succeed. When I put that decision high on my decision list, it becomes much easier to consistently implement. Day in - day out consistency is the key ...
I've resolved to skip fast food conveniences for a monthly real dining experience. A good trade in my opinion as fast food was my personal chef for years. I recently completed my initial 30 day induction to I was fired up to celebrate with a great steak at a upscale steakhouse. Upon arriving at the Temple of grilled temptations with a recent fellow Atkin convert we were promptly seated next to the kitchen door in a half empty restaurant. Mistake one - was not demanding a quieter and more serene ...
It feels good to be in control of my life again. Is everything a bouquet of roses, sunshine and happiness? No... **** no, but now I'm an active participant in the stagnant pool I had let my life drain into. I feel the new found energy, slowly but surely revamping how I interact with the world around me. I will hide no more behind the bastion of flab constructed by insecurity and self depreciation. The good fight awaits, I relish it !
Before Atkins I would avoid shopping in a store whenever possible. I was a Internet super shopper. Yesterday I was pleasantly surprised to find a extended trip to a huge grocery store was actually fun. Found many induction item not available in my small town. I was literally a kid in a candy store, Atkins candy!
It's a funny thing about me... If I want a different result, I have to change something. Funny how that works, same action = same result. When someone asks me what I like to eat, I always answered " I'm an Omnivore, everything is fair game! You don't as big as I am by being picky!" then I would confess my kryptonite was turnips. For 50 some years I told everyone I hated them, because one time I had them boiled, mashed and plopped on a plate as a child. Last night I bought one stinking, ...
My Dish TV DVR is starting to overflow with un-watched programs beckoning for my attention. I previously have watched 5 to 6 hours of TV a night. Rooted in a recliner, remote in hand and zipping through commercials so I could watch all the "good" shows. Now I find with my increased energy, induces a more active lifestyle that weakens my TV addiction to a couple of hours a night. Now I have stuff to do and more importantly will do.
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