The missionaries came to our house 2 weeks ago. They read us the "... after a trial of your faith" scripture. This "trial of [our] faith" comes in three forms today: Husband's got no job, I am growing a Bertha, and I can't lose weight to save my life. Don't get me wrong; goodness is all around. It just hasn't graced my scale or my bank account.
Hours exercised last week: 11
Weight: I am not keeping track anymore, consider it ZERO lost this week.
Hours exercised this week: 7
Weight: IANKTA, CIZLTW
Tip: sometimes when I am riding my bike, I want to gear up to make it easier to climb hills. The result is I get a break, my legs don't burn as much = I do not challenge myself. But, that is contrary to the purpose. I am not doing this so that I can get a break. In fact, the only break I need is to break a sweat. So, now as my am climbing up the most treacherous hill I say to myself, "you'll get your break when you get home, right now you are exercising."
Result: I used to stop 3-4 times on the way home to catch my breath. Now, even though I am working harder, I don't have to stop at all. I get home sooner and take my break then. The break feels a lot more rewarding when I know that I earned it.
I love how you tell yourself that you can take a break later, that your current task is exercising. We really do have to coach ourselves into doing what is good for us instead of letting our natural tendencies take over! When I am stressed out I tend to snack on junk so I tell myself "Do some crunches...don't each something crunchy" and then I do it. One lady at WW took up crocheting so that she wouldn't make poor food choices and as a consequence probably has enough blankets for every baby in Tucson. Whatever works right!
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