Small changes..... My husband says of me that it's always all or nothing. That gets me into trouble a lot. It seems I've been struggling with my exercise and diet goals for a long time. I physical hurt myself because I'd go full blast at a new exercise or fitness task. It seems that, over the last year, I'm always starting over. I guess a lot can be said for never giving up but I've made little progress....until now.
I spoke with Lee on Monday of this week. I told him that, because of injuries, I was going to start over but start smaller, lighter weights, fewer sets, more moderate speed walking and fewer miles. He told me, "Smaller is the best way to start always." A friend once asked me if I thought God spoke to us. I told them that he speaks to me all of the time; it's just that I don't usually listen until he picks me up and shakes me. This past month, I was shook. At first, I became depressed thinking that I'm sixty years old and this may be as good as it gets but I refuse to accept that. I just have to start slower, do something to forward my health and fitness every day, forgive my mistakes and be grateful for being able to keep trying.
Yesterday, I simply walked the dog and walked to the pasture to feed the horses. After being off for a few weeks, that was effort enough. But today, I hope to walk a "little" longer and a "little" faster.... small changes, slow but steady start.
Yesterday, I threw myself into my new diet full force. I've been just eating healthier and monitoring calories for a few days but yesterday, I tried to follow the recommended diet to the T. It started well, I was satisfied after eating, I didn't get hungry quickly or have my usual stomach pains and I had energy. Then, right before lunch, the headache started. I thought eating would help. It didn't. So, I took something for it and decided I'd lie down for twenty minutes. Two hours later(!), I wake up so confused. I thought I'd slept through an entire day and I was panicked that I missed appointments. When my head finally cleared the solution appeared....coffee. On this new diet, I am suppose to get rid of food and drink that might bother my stomach and digestive track. I've long suspected my morning cup of Joe for the pains that follow a meal. Evidently I was right about that but I didn't consider the side effects of going cold turkey with caffein....yikes! A cup of steaming Joe later and I was back to my old self...and up most of the night for drinking coffee after lunch. Oh, well, there have to be some concessions. So, my husband suggested, no cold turkey, ease myself off of the coffee gradually. This morning, I had half a mug. Tomorrow, I'll cut back even further, small steps.