You ever feel like this year is going to be your year? I’m not saying I mean is this year your year, mind you, I’m saying, have you somewhere down the line realized, at one time, that you’ve had a pretty spectacular year, and that maybe, just maybe, it was your year?
I’ve kind of felt that for 2009. This is the year I finally succeeded and lost the weight (and feel ridiculous it took me this long to do it), traveled some incredible places, met amazing people. I’ve come a long way with this blog, too, and it’s so great to see something I’m so passionate about become successful just by loving what I do, so incredibly much.
This year has brought me that overwhelming blessedness. I’ve always felt a version of that, of course, but this year is different. A lot of good has happened. There has been bad, but the good, oh, the good, has left the bad in the dust, by miles. The bad can’t even dust off the good’s dust, the good is so far ahead.
And that’s better than good, y’know? It’s awesome, even. I am a blessed and lucky woman. However….
…since returning from Type-A Mom, a life-altering, mind-refreshing, blogger-adoring experience as it was, I must admit, it disrupted the good I had goin’ on here at home, and I haven’t gotten my “mojo” back. Of course, with going away somewhere, it does take a bit to get back into the swing of things, and that I did, of course. Breakfasts made, laundry caught up on, vacuuming, cleaning, heck we’re even hip deep into cleaning out closets in preparation for the holidays.
No, the mojo I’m referring to here is working out. I had entirely too many deliciously evil food-type things while away, and that, coupled with no time to work out, has left me in a funk of sorts. I have worked out hard since I begun my weight loss journey, and this extended disruption has caused quite a ruckus, now, I feel almost paralyzed by it, like, I’ve disrupted the melodious chord I had of diet and exercise, and now anytime I try to jump back on the bandwagon, it feels off key.
Do you know what I’m talking about? Has anyone gone through something like this before?
I really want to get back into it. I need to. I want to feel that kick in my step, that toned feel once more, that ache from a good work out. I want to be able to look at a snack, square in the eye and say “No, no thank you, dear sweet delicious-as-you-are, snack, I’m good.” Instead, nine times out of ten, lately, I give in to it’s evil little devilish taunting of my taste-buds. Did I leave my will power back in North Carolina? What the heck is wrong with me? I’ve worked SO HARD to get where I am, why am I doing this? What exactly happened?
There is no turning back for me, I didn’t keep the clothes I used to fit into, this time was it. No “just in case” for me, there is no back-up plan. I. will. not. fail.
But, it appears, I need a little push.
I must find my mojo again, and get back into the swing of things. My husband has vowed to help me make sure I find time everyday to work out again. Will you all help me, too? Help to encourage me? Help kick me in the (virtual) hindside if I’m on for a bit? Get on my case, if you need to, it’s alright, I will appreciate your trying to help me.
I am grateful for the weight I have lost, but it’s the energy, the overall health, the feeling that I’ve done right by my children and family, that I have fixed what was wrong and added plenty of years back into my life to spend with my kids by shedding this weight. I want to succeed for them. And, if you need me to, I will help you, too, of course. You say the word, “Lisa, I need encouragement, too,” and I’m there. After all, it’s what friends do, right?
What do you think, want to help each other?
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