Conveniently Healthy

I think one of the most difficult parts of this transition is conveniently eating healthy. In fact, I think that's a bit of an oxymoron, to be honest. I can't tell you how many times we've been out and thought, "Oh I just want to grab a breakfast sandwich from Wawa," or, "I didn't pull anything out for dinner tonight, we should just stop and get pizza." Sometimes eating healthy isn't all that convenient. I'm learning that it's all about planning.

As much as I love to fly by the seat of my pants (really only with food, I'm a Nazi in most other plannable areas of my life), that's what packs on the pounds. Every week, we need to plan what we want to have for dinner and we need to stick with it. And I think we've done a good job of that so far.

Today, I really do not feel like going to the gym. I've worked from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m. and frankly I want to go home, take a shower, and watch a healthy dose of Law & Order. But you know what? I won't. I'll drag myself to the gym and I'll park myself on an elliptical in front of the Food Network and I'll work it. As much as I don't feel up to it, I can't give in and let myself slide. Because then I'll end up off track and maybe not get back on this particular train. Even if it's only for 30 minutes, I need to do it. I committed.

The tagline to my gym is "Be Stronger Than Your Excuses." In all the years I've been trying and failing to lose weight, nothing has quite hit me like that phrase. Mostly because of how true it rings for me. I have every excuse in the book to eat poorly, not go to the gym, and generally be a giant sofaloaf, but there comes a time when you have to be stronger than that. And I will be stronger than my excuses.