So by now we all have learned that 2012 would not bring about the end of the world, contrary to what some of my coworkers deeply believed. It would not bring about the apocalypse despite all the snow being dumped just south of my home here in Minneapolis. What did 2012 bring about… the death of Twinkies, which were never a food I ate but was often accused of eating too many of… I am glad to see them go. It was also the year my gym membership was basically “life tuition” as I developed new heath problems, from my feet to my back, hips and knees problems seemed to be the order of things. Physical therapy replaced the gym for the later part of 2012 and even that has been replaced with no activity as I sit here in a coffee shop on a Saturday morning evaluating what is to come for 2013.
I have been in my job now for almost a year. Each day I wake at 3am and head to work, I am on from 4am until 2pm Monday through Friday. My job is extremely high stress and extremely critical. This week I took my 2 vacation days and I ended up having to go into work to fix a crisis at 5pm on Tuesday. My job allows no flexibility for me to sneak in things like a quick walk around the block for exercise. The most working out I get in at work is running into the warehouse to grab parts off the shelves for people when we are super busy, all this while I am doing other things. It is crazy, and it sucks a lot at times because I feel like a punching bag when things go wrong. Generally when anything goes wrong, from anyone elses shift, because I am there during primetime it becomes my fault, and my problems and I am the punching bag. I have not taken to eating my feelings, but I have identified (again) that I know why i never thought I ate my feelings in the past. It was simply because I wasn’t in touch with anything. Not the feelings themselves nor the feelings of hunger. You cannot satisfy that which you do not know.
This year after regaining a portion of my weight, due to lack of exercise I joined WeightWatchers. Call it denial, whatever. I don’t like to talk about the gain, but my clothes don’t fit right, I don’t feel good, and I can see it, that “bloated look” is FAT. I LOVE my meetings. I look forward to Saturday mornings getting to go and share with people. My leader, Judy, who I didn’t like the first time I love now. Her passion and enthusiasm is awesome! She is also trying to groom me so to speak to be a WW leader once I hit goal. It will be a long road from now but she thinks I will be perfect for it. She is always asking for my imput on the topic and what I have to share, as if I were a lifetime member. I like the earliest meeting of the day best, it is full of lifetime members, the other meetings of the day are great too, but there is something about the first meeting of the day that is so full of energy that feels like home.
I’ve struggled a lot with the #WW program lately, having not been exercising because of my health I track some days I don’t track others. This week I posted a 7 pound loss after the last probably 6 weeks all being small, but steady gains. Go figure the week full of cookies and treats at every turn I could ignore. I guess I need the temptation everywhere in overload to be able to ignore it.
Above is an example of the Holiday strategy session we had this morning on ways to cope with all of the temptations we face around the holidays. It is great to have a weekly support group meeting.
So really I am heading into 2012, a little wiser, a little wider, and with a lot more support behind me. Do I grieve for the me that I was in 2011, It would be a lie if I said no, I miss the freedom that I had in my old job. The ability to just go to the gym for hours, the ability to meet up with my friends and share support and stories and laughter at all hours of the night and day. However the fact that I now have a routine should work to my benefit, should. Now if we could just sort out the soft tissue damage in my back, and the issues with my feet… if only if only if only. I am taking it a day at a time. I am doing what I can control. I can make the decision to have the small or medium skim latte instead of the large, I can choose to buy the cut up fresh fruit salad to save myself a little time at home if it means I will have fruit for work instead of junk. I used to think that our choices defined us. I am beginning to rethink that. I think choices REFINE us.
2013 the year of choice. I choose ME. What will you choose?