Operation “Doing What I Was Supposed to in The First
Place” has been a rousing success…for the entire 4 days of 2017.
I have packed my lunch (I actually always did this, but
sometimes things got a little haphazard in what actually made it in my bag.)
I even make myself real dinner. Cooking an actual meal for
one person is boring and a bit depressing. I don’t have a TV (mine broke and I
didn’t notice for 3 months, so I never replaced it.) but I totally get why
sitting down with a bowl of whatever is attractive. Plus, I’m cold all the time
so all I want to eat is warm carbs with cheese on it.
My birthday gift this year was the realization that I’m not
in my 20’s anymore…and nearly not in my 30’s and apparently you can’t eat like
that forever. WORST.GIFT.EVER.
My mother would laugh, and laugh, and laugh, until tears
started falling if she knew I have started eating oatmeal for breakfast. As a
child (and adult) I REFUSED to eat oatmeal. No matter what was added to it, it
was disgusting and not passing my lips.
How the mighty have fallen…
Now I eat it (and a giant spoonful of peanut butter) for
breakfast.
I pack some crunchy carrots to snack on, some random protein
source, and fruit and I’m out the door. I’m planning on pickling some more eggs
as well.
I joined a Burpee
Challenge with some friends, for some Positive Peer Pressure and my burpees
MIGHT be getting better. They are still pretty weak though. My tiny runner arms
are struggling.
I’ve done my whopping 15 minute yoga routine to help with my
hip mobility and I can already tell a difference. I don’t know WHY it’s so hard
to remain consistent on this…I KNOW it works and it helps a lot.
1 comment:
Way to go, girl! It took me a long time to love oatmeal too. Uncle Brian alway had peanut butter in his oatmeal :)
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