Last night was our 1st home
game. We had a nice
come through right before the game, and drop the
. I decided to wear my fat jeans to the game. I hadn't worn long pants in months. A few blocks from home, I decided I needed to go back home and change into sweats.
My fat jeans were just too tight to be tolerable sitting in the stands for over 3 hours.
I debated today whether I should buy a new pair of fat jeans, or just suffer it out until I manage to fit into my old ones.
I finally decided to treat myself to a new pair. The only thing I hate worse than shopping for jeans is shopping for swimsuits.
to shop. I pulled up my big girl panties, which are also too tight,
and went to Kohl's. I tried on a bajillion pairs of jeans, and endured the horrid view in the full body mirrors,
only to settle for a pair I don't really like, but are at least comfortable standing, sitting, and bending over.
When I got home, I checked the tags in my old fat jeans. They are the same size as the new pair I bought.
Then I got to thinking...I bought those jeans when I was pregnant with my son, who is now 16. I guess they COULD have shrunk a bit, and I WAS entitled to a new pair, as raggedy as those were looking. But I still wasn't happy.
I started thinking about some
Krys posted about goals and motivation. I tried to think of something that I wanted that would motivate me to get serious.
I could not come up with anything. Nothing appeals to me right now. I have plenty of clothes, accessories, gadgets, etc. Nothing material came to mind. Then a
came on, "Its Time" by Imagine Dragons. It is special to me because it was a song that the choir sang everywhere we went on our Europe trip, including the airports and on street corners. I began to think...I really want to go on that trip again!
There is a very realistic possibility that my son will be invited to participate on the next trip in 2016.
The invitations for that tour will be extended this coming Spring. It would be so cool if we not only got to go again, but if I was also too small to wear any of the clothes that I wore this summer.
We would get to see some of the things that we didn't have time for
and we would get more time at the things we really loved. It would actually cost less
to go again, because we already have the passports, and
, and a good
, and know which places were more expensive, and which places had the better bargains.
I think I found a reward that I wanted badly enough that I would be motivated to
Step 1: Get an unenthusiastic hubby on board. Hmmm. How to make him want what I want
I told him that I really want to go again, conversationally. He said nothing. I mention that the idea motivated me to pursue healthier habits because it meant we would have to spend less money eating out, and eat more meals at home.
I played that card right. He pays for meals out, I buy the groceries. He quickly calculated how much money he would save just this week if we came home after our son's
games and just ate a quick
rather than grabbing a quick bite at whatever happened to be open that late at night...usually some sort of fast food.
That should not only save me a few calories, but also a
load of sodium.
Step 2: Shop for healthier food that can be prepared quickly so that we have no excuse not to eat at home this week.
This week will be mostly sandwiches, but at least it is a step in the right direction.
Step 3: Get my fat
out of the chair and move it more. This one is a bit tougher. We have
games every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday,
on Sunday and Wednesday, Marching band for Friday night
games, and after work technology training on various nights. I'm already not getting enough
, and I'm one of those people who really need 8 hours a
to function. I can't get up earlier, or stay up later, so it is going to have to come out of my
time. That means limiting myself to 15 minutes a day on Spark, and eliminating a lot of the time I spend on articles and message boards.
that I am in the habit of visiting every day. That is the only way I can carve out more exercise time.
Step 4: Reward myself. My play is to pay myself 1000
(virtual) for every pound I lose between now and May. If I "earn" enough Sparkbucks, I make the down payment for the next Europe trip.
If I don't earn enough for the
, we don't go.
If my son does not receive an invitation, AND I have lost at least 20 lbs, I get to buy myself a new
. The one I use belongs to the school, and I don't get to take it with me when I retire. For every lb I lose along the way, I earn an extra 15 minutes to play on Spark.
So that is my crazy plan to motivate myself to get in shape and do the things I know that I ought to do. Honestly, all the time I spend sparking does me no good whatsoever if I'm not applying the things I've learned. So...if you don't hear from me as often in the future, or I don't seem as active as before, you'll know why.
I hereby solemnly swear to start applying Spark knowledge instead of just accumulating it, and as my friend Henabelle would say, to be good.