Much like couples do after say...20 years of marriage, I have decided to renew my vows. Only the vows I'm renewing are to myself, for my life, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, with me. Eight weeks ago I vowed to be a healthier me. I started a new routine, entirely changed the composition of my meals, and significantly cut down on the amount of food that was entering my mouth. Last week I was tested, and I am determined to come out of the test with flying colors, hence the renewed commitment.
Over the last 8 weeks, I have lost a total of 15 pounds. My scale somehow said I was one pound lower today, but I have no idea how that is possible. Bodies are magical. Last week I was out of town for three days interviewing for a job in California that I really wanted. I was worried about being out of my routine so early in my journey, and I was worried about what a potential disappointment in not getting the job could do to me. I found the time to workout at the hotel gym, and I ate as close to what I eat here as I could while away. I nailed the interview and felt great. On the flight home, I came down with a cold. All I want to do when I'm sick is sleep and eat. I was not able to return to my routine as soon as I got home like I wanted. I got offered the job, but not at the salary that meets my requirements. I spent the best February weekend ever recorded in Seattle doing nothing but lounging and eating (sick).
I am putting last week behind me. My cold is waning, I have no plans to go anywhere anytime soon, and I have come to terms with not accepting the job in California. Full steam ahead into my routine...with a renewed commitment to myself. I went to the gym this morning, I packed my standard lunch today, I am back in the saddle again!