Today is my 19th day and I had a little epiphany during boot camp class tonight. Well, a couple little epiphanies. I need these positive revelations to keep on coming, because that urge to pick up a bottle of wine on the way home is far from gone.
The first revelation was how much easier it is to actually stick to my workout schedule. At the risk of setting myself up for failure, I have to say, that when my workout is not competing with happy hour, I’m much more likely to go. And, I feel so good afterward that it really is kind of it’s own happy hour. Especially when my workout consists of classes, where there are other people getting in shape with me. Good motivation. Before, even if I had the best intentions to work out, if anyone invited me to happy hour I immediately had an excuse to get out of my workout. I would happily ditch it for drinks and snacks with buddies. A couple hours later I’d get home, buzzed, exhausted, probably would have another glass of wine, and I’d generally feel like crap that night and the next morning. Now, I look forward to the workout, happy hour’s not an option, and when I get home I feel great and sleep like a baby. Duh.
Workout = 1. Happy Hour = zero.
Revelation number two was along the same lines and seems totally obvious. But I am realizing now how totally incompatible my drinking habits were with ever reaching my fitness goals. When you suffer from a crazy hangover for at least one day of the weekend, therefore missing a workout, that inevitably leads to bad food choices, hair of the dog, lethargy, and missing a couple more days before getting back in the swing of things. That’s like half the week, wasted! Yet somehow I never truly faced this fact, always feeling sorry for myself for not achieving the results I felt I should see for working out and eating right half the week. (Since I’m being honest here, even on most of my “good” days I’d plow through a decent amount of wine, I just never thought it “counted.”) I’m loving the ease I feel around actually doing my workouts now. I mean, it’s a hell of a lot easier to hit boot camp when you don’t have a hangover. Am I right? (Like I said, not rocket science here, but that’s how my denial system was working.)
What’s also easier = not grabbing extra snacks at night because I’m up watching junk TV with wine. But oh, how I loved that feeling of checking out for the day. It is so easy to look back on that little escape with rose-colored glasses and ignore the waking up at 2 a.m., unable to get back to sleep, the foggy-headed mornings, the fatigue. No, the cold hard fact is that being responsible for myself and making healthy choices is just not as hard as I always made it out to be. Turns out it’s not all that hard at all without wine in the way. I’m surprised at myself for being surprised here. Seems like a no-brainer. But feels good to be honest with myself for once, and take stock of the ways booze was getting in the way of LIFE.
With that, I’m planning to ramp up my boot camp attendance this month and set a goal to lose five pounds by the new year. Totally do-able and maybe by sharing that goal I’ll be even more motivated to stick to it.
Here’s to a good night’s sleep and 6 a.m. class tomorrow morning.