I've heard that before, though. I read it again on Tuesday, nodded in appreciation, and pretty much moved on to the next comment.
Until I read a post by my dear friend Karen yesterday talking about how it's a good thing there are 12 months in a year because, so far, 2011 is making her its bitch instead of the other way around. After some commiserating, I found myself repeating pretty much the same thing Kellee had said to me - what can I say? For some reason, it finally clicked!
Every. Single. Moment. Is a new one. An opportunity for a fresh start. A do-over. No more of this "AH MAH GAH! I faaaaaileddddd! D: I might as well just GIVE! UP! for today [or worse, this week]!" No more starting on Monday. No more "Oh well, it's Thursday and I haven't worked out at all yet this week, so why bother now?" Oh nooooo.
Yesterday? Even though it WAS Thursday and I hadn't worked out at all this week? I got my ass on the elliptical because YESTERDAY was a *new* day, a *new* opportunity, a *new* start. And I'm going to do it again tonight, because today's a *new* day, too.
I will take each day as it comes, and break it down into making each hour my bitch if I have to.
Kellee and Karen? Thank you for helping me finally get this. You both rock. <3
Awwww, this totally just made my day!!! :D It's amazing when it clicks, right? We hold ourselves to these crazy standards. I would totally ridiculous about things. I would exercise every. single. day. It would last for WEEKS! The one day I missed, and I felt like a failure, rather than reveling in how awesome I had been doing. I let that ONE MISSED DAY totally derail me entirely. And it's sad, because we NEED the breaks, we NEED the treats and splurges.
ReplyDeleteEach day is totally new, but I break it down even farther than that. I say each choice is a new choice. Just because my last choice perhaps wasn't ideal, doesn't mean that "THIS" one has to be.
LOVE YOU, GIRL!! *HUGS*
I like that, although I'm starting to feel like I live in that movie Groundhog's Day because every moment seems the same, only worse.
ReplyDeleteso do you! (rock, that is.)
ReplyDeleteFriends're awesome! But truth be told, moments and their glory aside, bring me February!
ReplyDeleteYes, I need to absorb this, and fast. Faster than fast, like 24 hours ago. I'm in FAIL-mode. I'm to old mode, I'm too fat mode, I'm too single mode, my sister bought a wedding dress today failure mode. And just before I read this, I started thinking that I should get to my Barbell Blast class tomorrow morning for the first time in two months. Okay, bring on the new moment!!
ReplyDeletei don't know about making 2011 my bitch, but we went out for dinner tonight, and i totally enjoyed the shit out of a red velvet mini dessert thing at pf chang's and i flatly refuse to feel guilty about it, not one little bit. that's big progress for me.
ReplyDeleteAnd now, maybe, you get why it's so easy for me to quit things, even though I'm a perfectionist. Because tomorrow? I might pick it back up. It's a new freaking day.
ReplyDeleteIt's so important to get in the mindset of each choice being another chance to do well or poorly. I am convinced thatis the only reason I have succeeded in losing weight for several years now. I screw up all the time, and if I stopped trying for long periods after I screwed up, as opposed to picking myself up the very next meal, I wouldn't have lost more than ten pounds! It is very freeing, mentally, to look at this journey one choice at a time. Just like one choice can't make it (there has to be kore good choices than bad, a culmination), one can't break it, either. It would take a LOT of screwing up and ignoring the consequences to backslide, since I have a million little chances to turn it around.
ReplyDeleteThat's awesome. It makes me succeed. Our minds are the make-or-break of this trip far more than our bodies, and winning the head game of weightloss is crucial. The body will follow if the mind is where it needs to be.
What a great 'aha!' moment. I more often find myself wallowing in the fail mode. I'll hopefully tuck this in the back of my brain for the next appropriate moment...
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