In the two-ish months that I've been actively trying to get fit, a few random thoughts have crossed my mind. And you get to hear them:
- Buffets are not the enemy. When I first embarked upon this voyage, I thought that my days of potlucks and buffets were over. In fact, I've found them a great tool - I can take just a smidge of something that interests me, enjoy it, and move on. I don't have to cook an entire casserole of macaroni and cheese to have a taste. What's more, I'm not responsible for the leftovers. Brilliant!
I think that some civilians find it suspicious that I'm improving my appearance while my husband is gone. They clearly just don't get it.
I've had an odd change in motivation to get fit. Well, the underlying reason is still the same: to be healthy and be attractive for my husband. But the more immediate reasons are different. When I started, the thought of a reward was my biggest motivation: I really wanted that pedicure! While the tangible incentives are still nice, I'm highly motivated by logging my food and exercise, weighing myself, and noting the progress in my journal. Prior to this, I couldn't imagine that idea. Amazing.
A laugh is a smile that bursts.
That's all for this week. What are y'all thinking?
