Knowing vs Doing
There was a time in my life when I didn't know how to live healthy. A time when I didn't know how to listen to my body and give it what it needs to thrive. I didn't know that grains and white potatoes make me feel like crap. I didn't know I needed more water and less Sugarfree Rock Star to get through the afternoon. I didn't know how great taking care of myself and making good choices could make me feel. I didn't know my body was capable of working out hard, capable of running for miles and miles, capable period! I didn't know.
Fortunately I took the time (let's be real, it was years) to figure these things out. To research. To learn. To experiment with what works best for me. And now I know...
If only that was all it took!
You see, I know, but I'm not doing.
I'm not doing the things it takes to take care of my body. I'm not drinking enough water. I'm not running. I'm not lifting weights. I'm not working out at all. I'm not reaching out for accountability. I'm not fueling my body so that it will thrive. I'm not meal planning. I'm not food prepping. I'm just not.
I know what works for me, but I'm just not doing it.
What I am doing is shutting my alarm off and going back to sleep because I'm "too tired". Or I'm getting up and making excuses why I can't workout this day. I'm eating french fries with my kids because they taste good. (They eat white potatoes, which I think is fine, but I know I can't. They make me immediately sleepy.) I'm using coffee as a crutch instead of just something I enjoy. And, yes, there have even been Sugarfree Rock Stars a few times.
I'm exhausted. I'm taking naps with Baby O (and I'm not a napper, naps make me feel worse). I'm just flat not taking care of me.
I know, but I'm not doing.
Knowing vs doing is a funny thing. All the excuses in the world I can make are just plain silly because I know. I know how to take care of myself. I know how to lose this baby weight. I know how to eat so that I'm not exhausted at 1:30 in the afternoon. I know.
It's that shift from knowing to doing that has just not happened (at least not for long) since having Baby O. She turns 2 the end of June. That's a whole lot of excuse making!
This time in our tiny rental house has been good for me. It's given me no choice but to take a hard look at me. At why I am where I am and what I need to do to fix it.
Now to do...