If I were an actor required to put on weight for a role I reckon I could put on ten kilograms in ten days and win the part. It doesn’t help that my Mum is visiting and making scones, jam and cream. That combined with a general lack of enthusiasm for my health routine means that the treadmill and I are ‘taking a break’ from our relationship.
It is no secret that weight loss and improved health overall takes commitment, 100% on every day at every workout. It’s OK at first when you’re fresh and excited at the prospect of a new you, but now three months in with just five kilograms to go to my goal weight, my weight has plateaued and I am bored.
I know from past experience I have a window of slackness of just two weeks before I completely unravel and go back to my old habits of eating too much and exercising haphazardly. I am half way through this timeframe and I am scared. Scared of reaching my goal and scared of going back to the old me, which I know is just lurking under the surface waiting to sing ‘na-na-na-na-na-nah!’
I know that no amount of inspiration is going to help me right now. What I need is to sleep in my workout gear, get up in the morning and just make up with the treadmill. I know this, but I just don’t care enough, I’m tired, lacking energy and have been sick. I know this is not a mindset conducive to putting me first and carving out my time to get healthy. The annoying part is knowing this and still not being motivated enough to make the effort. I know that it will make me feel better to exercise but I keep finding reasons and excuses where there aren’t any and putting them in my way.
I hope the treadmill forgives me and we can start over.