A few weeks ago I shared about starting a "40 days of yoga" challenge. I’d only been going to classes regularly for a few weeks and decided to jump right into this yoga marathon because I needed a change. For the last several years I’d given myself a hall pass on not exercising and eating poorly. It’s not a habit that made me feel good about myself, just a bad “rut” I’d gotten all too comfortable in. When the “40 days” challenge came around, it felt like the timing was right to step out of my comfort zone and break a few bad habits.
Now, I’ve officially made it to the halfway point … and it’s going pretty well.
Of course, I’d love to write about how I’m doing headstands, shed 10 pounds, and am super-Paleo woman … but that just isn’t the case. What I quickly realized is that I was going to need to be kind to myself as I adjusted to a new way of life, and in that regard, I’ve been making some strides.
Change doesn’t happen overnight, but I can’t think of a time when I’ve been this physically active before (pre- or post-kids).
The first week I was beyond tired ALL the time, but as I worked my way through the second week, I noticed I was starting to have more energy, and I was able to do more each class. Honestly, I was just so proud of myself for showing every day – especially when I didn't feel well! The biggest commitment of the challenge is to make it to the studio, and get your “practice” on, so that’s where I spent the majority of my focus for the first 20 days.
On the diet front, I’ve been (arguably) too kind to myself. I started off strong and was very mindful of everything I ate. However, on day seven of week one, I had a "terrible, horrible, no good very bad day," and turned to chocolate. My dessert therapy snowballed for a few days, but that’s where being kind to myself comes into play. I could have said, “Oh forget it! This is too hard - I quit!” I mean, it’s what I always do. Instead, I reminded myself that this was a process and Rome wasn’t built in a day.
With that in mind, I’m going to take a good, hard look in the pantry and make some changes. Like many, I am a carb-aholic. If you’re a grain, starch, or sugar, I want to eat you. While my brother has the metabolism of a hummingbird, I’m pretty sure I was blessed with the genes of a dairy cow. It’s not possible for me to eat all the bad stuff and get away with it. Now that I’ve gotten into the good habit of daily excise, it’s time to get on board with healthy eating. This is my least favorite piece of the health and wellness puzzle, and I've been dreading it. But ... nothing changes if nothing changes, right?
Jordan Schupbach is a mother of three living in the Houston area. She blogs at www.lattesandliving.com - sharing the good, the bad and the frenzied.