Oh my GOSH, WOW. I mean, what a day. A really freaking long day. Where do I even start? Oh, at the beginning.
I went to bed at 3am. Are you surprised?
But, I was kept awake with ideas for my fitness binder. A while ago I was on a diet program called Ideal Protein, and one of the successes of it was the literature that came with it, helping one keep track of water intake, vitamins, and what foods I ate. The reason the diet turned sour for me is that I didn’t have the self control to stick the heck to it and follow the strict guidelines (remind me to touch on those later). It became a guilt-laden experience for me. But enough about that depressing crap. Last night I had a breakthrough.
I need CONSTANT motivation and support, not from other people, but from myself. This is my thing; I need to cheer myself on at EVERY opportunity. Every time I get to the end of my exercises, every time I turn down the opportunity for crappy food, is a small victory, a tiny triumph. And they add up. So, replace guilt with celebration, stir in one of my favorite cartoons, and you have one of the sheets to my fitness binder:
Dude!! Seriously, nothing is more encouraging than that! First of all, having to keep a written record of the food you eat is incentive enough to eat better (rather, deterrent from eating poorly). But I don’t want to be discouraged from filling out the sheet, due to having snacked unwisely or eaten something unhealthy. That’s why I reminded myself, “Just be honest, dude, nobody’s gonna kill ya.” People make mistakes. The best people can move past them.
You may have noticed my awwwwwesome water bottle decimator count? Aw yeeuh. I have this totally mathematical water bottle, with another form of encouragement on it:
Yes. That is a Dalek. Yes, it IS ordering me to hydrate. (And yes, I am obsessed with Doctor Who, thanks for asking, now make me a scarf.) You wanna know how much water I drank today? Three bottles. THREE. Three 20 oz bottles of water, brother. That’s 60oz of pure goodness, cleanin’ out my pipes homie. Hood. I’m white, I need to stop.
But that’s not the only victory! Took all my vitamins, (check!), did yoga first thing after dressing, (check!), rode my bicycle, (check, and Freddie Mercury is so proud!).
Anyways. I got up at 6am cuz I was expecting to go to an 8:30am Astrology class; when I looked it up online, it wasn’t on my schedule! After freaking out and THEN heading to campus to check it out, I found out that I was one of two students who signed up for this thing and they cancelled it. Just my luck.
I replaced the opening with Psychology, which I’m really looking forward to taking this summer. I’m also taking a course in American History, and Algebra for Dumbf**ks (I usually try not to curse on this blog, but there’s no other way to describe the class). I hate it. The teacher moves so fast and I can’t keep up with the notes and there’s so much being covered that I haven’t seen for over two years. Not to mention I’m one of the youngest people in the class…and the cleanliest. But, I’m actually learning, that I can’t complain about. We persevere.
I’m also fed up about headphones. Above, we see me showing off any semblance of muscle I have left on my arm, and you can observe the big ol’ chunky Hamburger headphones my brother got me for Christmas a few years back. These are literally the only (decent) working headphones I have left. They’re getting sweaty. I accept gifts. A caring gift of your spare iPod headphones would be delightful. But I’m not a beggar.
Anyways, I end my day tonight with the prayer I wrote for my fitness binder; this is officially my mantra for the duration of my journey (which should be for life):
Each step I take is one step closer to you,
and with each pound I lift your name on high.
Each nourishing meal fills me with your glory overflowing.
and each good decision made is a battle won in your name.
Give me the strength to be strong.