Thinking Positive

I’ve had quite a few revelations over the weekend.

With the discouraging experience I had with the personal trainer, I set out with a new plan of action.  I went out and purchased Bill Phillips “Body for Life” book.

Now, I’ve heard quite a bit about this book and this program from several different people and there was quite a bit of good information in the book.  It was also really upbeat and positive, which really helps keep me in the right frame of mind.

I’ve been diligently entering my meals and calories in an Excel spreadsheet and have not gone below 1200 or exceeded 1400 calories the entire weekend.  I haven’t been hungry in the slightest either!  I’ve just been making better choices, eating smaller meals (portion size has always been my weakness) and I’ve been trying to make an effort to MOVE MY BUTT.

I did realize this weekend that this journey is one that I’m going to have to take on my own.  While my husband is a wonderful man and he thinks it’s fantastic that I’m motivated, he’s been dragging his feet.

On Saturday, I woke up and decided to take our son apple picking and to a corn maze.  Unfortunately, my husband said he wasn’t feeling up to it and just wanted to relax.  Normally, I would have acquiesced and sat on the couch right along with him.  But no longer!

I announced that *I* was going to take our son and that he was invited, but if he’d rather stay home that was okay too.  Then I left.

We had a fantastic time!  I walked an incredible amount and my son and I played in the corn maze and picked a bunch of apples.  I felt so wonderful afterwards.  When I got home, my husband was still sitting on the couch.  I’m not going to give him a hard time about it — this is something that he needs to do on his own.  I just hope that seeing me do it will provide him with motivation to get off his butt too.

In other news, I spent the weekend trying to figure out how my new heart rate monitor works and I *think* I’ve got it.  It’ll take a little bit of getting used to, but I’m happy with it.

I also spoke with the people at my gym and expressed my displeasure at my experience last week.  Apparently, word got around to the higher ups and I have a new personal trainer that is going to meet with me tomorrow.  He’s supposed to show me the ropes and explain how to use the various machines.

I had originally arranged the appointment for both my husband and myself, but my husband told me earlier today that he didn’t want to go.  I accepted this and told him that was fine, but *I* am still going to go to the appointment and get started.  I told him that I would give him the number so when he was ready, he can make an appointment for himself.

I’m also in the process of devising my own work-out plan based on the book “Body for Life” and what I’ve read on the internet.  I’m planning on getting started tomorrow with my new exercise program.

More than anything, I’m really proud of myself for doing this on my own.  In some ways, it’s felt like an uphill battle because I’m doing this alone but in other ways, it’s really liberating.  For the first time in years, I feel like I CAN do this on my own.  I’m doing this for me and not for anyone else.

I’m excited and happy and I keep finding myself looking forward to tomorrow.