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Loading...Over the last few months, I’ve unfortunately discovered that my pants are slowly getting a little tighter each day.
I have been eating way too many midnight snacks (although I rarely make it to midnight before eating said snacks), have only gone to the gym sporadically and I stay up way too late reading frivolous magazines and watching reality TV.
These bad habits aren’t something I’m proud of, so I made a serious decision about a week and a half ago. I knew if I could just cut out these habits, then I’d be back in my skinny jeans in no time.
I did some research and learned I only really needed between 1,200 and 1,400 calories a day to stay healthy and lose weight. I decided to cut out all extra snacks and eat more fruits and vegetables. I also decided to go to the gym and do cardio for at least 30 minutes four times a week, and go on at least two bike rides a week. I decided I’d start getting into bed exactly eight and half hours before I needed to be up the next day, because that still gave me some time to catch up on my reading and TV shows.
For about a day, everything went great. But I didn’t advertise my newfound commitment to being healthy to anyone, which was probably my first mistake, because by the next day, things got tough.
Here’s the reason why: It seems like whenever I make a private, conscious decision to be healthier, everyone around me tries their hardest to sabotage me.
In the last week and a half, I have been asked to bring a homemade French silk pie to my grandmother’s house for Sunday dinner and chocolate cupcakes to my in-law’s house for a Labor Day barbecue. My husband, who occasionally likes to surprise me with a candy bar, decided to go all out and brought home not one, but three candy bars for me last week. How could I resist?
The last three times I’ve been to the gym, my favorite machine has been being used by someone else who seems to be sweating way more than a normal person. In addition, my bike got a flat tire, and naturally, I don’t own a tire pump.
I have managed to make it to bed at a reasonable hour each night, but have subsequently been woken up by a window-rattling thunderstorm and my husband shouting in his sleep while fighting off ghosts in a dream.
I know it would be so easy for me to just make the desserts and not eat them, save the candy bars for a special occasion, find a new favorite machine at the gym, buy a tire pump and wear ear plugs while sleeping, but it’s so much easier to just convince myself that I’m being sabotaged by everyone around me.
That’s why I’ve decided to go public with my commitment to eat better, sleep more and exercise regularly. Now that I know that everyone knows not to offer me a delicious homemade treat, call me past 10 p.m. or get in my way when I’m furiously pedaling my bike down the street, I’ve only got myself to blame for my results.
Now if I could just figure out who brought those donuts into the office the other day.
