Time to get real – I’ve been dragging my feet when it comes to health and fitness this year. 2016 has not seen the start the success story I’d conjured in my drunken mind at 10:45pm on December 31st, 2015 – when the Mr. and I sat in a Local Pub confidently listed out on our fingers the multitude of ways 2016 was going to be “different”. THIS was going to be the year, we decided. Just like we’d decided in 2014.
Well, needless to say we haven’t quite gotten there yet. I’d love to say that life got in the way – which, to be fair, certain personal challenges have shaken up my mental state and general routine – however the responsibility needs to come back to me. To us. Everyone has shit to deal with, but we use our “shit” as a crutch – a reason to eat comfort food and a reason to sleep instead of move our bodies. Because it’s much easier to start again in this mythical alternate universe known as “next week” when everything is going to be magically easier and I will eat nothing but kale and coconut water and fucking love it, and grand jeté out of bed directly in to a sun salute, morning meditation and a 25km run before facing the day like a champion.
So this is where it ends. Tomorrow the Mr. and I start the Buzzfeed Two Week Clean Eating Plan (2015 version, we’ve only just realised there’s a new 2016 one, doh!) – not as a quick fix or magic pill – but as an honest reminder to myself that I actually enjoy treating my body and mind with love and respect and deserve to eat well and fuel myself for greatness. And because my fridge is overflowing with fucking green shit and it cost like double of a normal grocery shop, so it better be fucking worth it. But, you know, mostly the first thing.
Time to take control. Let’s see how this goes…