Oh my next thirty years, I’m gonna watch my weight
Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late
So those that know me might find it funny to find out that I see Easter as a way better time to set resolutions for yourself.
It just seems to fit–rising from death, new life, saviour.
But perhaps that’s just me being overly dramatic. I can’t be content to just make a goal for the year, I have to feel like I’m saving myself from some disastrous path I’m on.
Or it’s because I did get saved from a disastrous path one Easter.
This year marks 15 years since the Easter when I was at the lowest I’ve ever, ever been. I’ll just say depression and leave it at that. But I hit bottom on a Good Friday back when I was 21. So yes, alcohol was involved.
It was terrible and scared the shit out of my family, my boyfriend. It scared the shit out of me. I guess in some ways it’s good. It was a wake up call that I needed to stop letting my depression get the best of me.
And I never have again. Not like that, or anywhere close to that.
But this Easter I again feel an urgency to change my life.
And it’s my health. It’s the same path I started out on two months ago, but it’s time for a recommitment. Traveling, depression, family illness, have all thrown me off track. I’ve allowed them to throw me off track.
So time to recommit. Time to rise and start a new life.
- Find a counselor. I actually have taken the first step and have a call into one. Let’s see if she and I can ever stop playing phone tag.
- Cook at home. Enough is enough with the eating out. Jeez, stop being so lazy.
- Walk. Just walk. Start there. Build up.
- Get back to tracking my metrics. You don’t know if you are making progress if you don’t track it.
That’s it for now. Start simple. One foot in front of the other, one choice at a time.
But it is Spring, it’s beautiful. Time to enjoy life and stop beating myself up for my fat rolls and lack of fitness. Time to move in the right direction.