I used to be disciplined. Rigid schedules - work calendars, training calendars, social calendars, food calendars. I used to be able to carefully select the most healthy items to eat at the appropriate meal times with little effort. I used to spring out of bed at 5:30 am to turn on my coffee pot and head out to my favorite 6 am spin class. All of these things seem so incredibly hard now. Why is that?
I now sleep in until 7:30 or 8:00 am, loving the sweetness of my half an hour snooze, the sun shining in my bedroom, and my warm covers. I still turn on my coffee pot and start replying to emails. The gym - usually later in the day. I wear the same black North Face jacket every day with jeans or (yikes) pajama pants. I mean, hell, I work from home, who cares right?!
I find that I am hungry at 10 am, 12 pm, 2 pm and 6 pm. Oh and then dinner at 8 pm with my husband. Yes, my waistline is expanding. In the past, I was so busy that I would be able to ignore my minor hunger pains and plow through to the next important meeting. Now, these minor hunger pains threaten my life and cry out for me to please just grab a handful of tortilla chips.
Is this a new identity forming? I am not sure I like her. So, I have decided to BFF my old friend, Discipline, so she can help me re-discover the goals-driven, crazy lady that I once was. Step one: put down the chip. Step two: Go for a run. Step three: Take a damn shower and put on some mascara!
I will let you all know how my date with discipline goes.
