Day Three

And so it begins. I’ve been looking forward to my next workout. Planned to be there at 7am, on the way to work.

Unfortunately life got in the way a bit.

My mom had to go out of town this morning. She lives with me and is such a stellar support for my kiddo when I can’t be there. So with her going out of town I couldn’t hit the gym this morning as planned.

No problem, I will squeeze it in after work. Pack my bag. Ready for it. Excited for it!

Then the Internet goes down. Again for the umpteenth time in two weeks. I promised I would get it fixed next time it went down.  But this time I couldn’t delay calling the provider because even the power cycling didn’t work.  I don’t know about you, but our house without internet is like Vancouver without rain.  It just isn’t right.

So I call the provider and book an appointment for this evening, 5-9pm.

Wait.  The gym closes at 7:30.

Ok, no problem.  I can still do this.

I’m GOING TO DO THIS!

No more excuses!  No settling for circumstances as they present themselves.  No acceptance of fate because it’s easier.

I am dedicated.  I am determined.  I am committed.

Somehow, someway, I will be at Curves today.  Even if I have to leave work early.  I will be there.  I will not allow life to get in the way any more.

No more “tomorrow”, because that opens the door to extensions that result in the three days, next week, next month and never.

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“It’s not that …

“It’s not that some people have willpower and some don’t. It’s that some people are ready to change and others are not.” ~James Gordon

 

When I woke up yesterday morning something was different. I didn’t feel like I did the day before or a week before.

I knew it was time. Time for change.

As I soaked in the bath an overwhelming feeling consumed me. I need to do something about my weight. NEEDED. There was no “I’ll start tomorrow” left in me. It had to be today. I could feel it as intrinsically as I felt the overwhelming need to quit smoking in 2011, before I quit by breaking my leg. And feeling that familiar feeling, I knew this time my action was required before something bad happened. I didn’t want to learn from my mistakes. I wanted to avoid the mistake happening in the first place.

This was the moment that the caterpillar started to emerge from her cocoon.

The moment that the spark of change ignited.

This was Day 1.