My life has revolved around numbers lately. The littlest one moving on from eight months to nine months, the numbers in my back account slowly dwindling, the numbers on the scale slowly rising. I’m trying my hardest to get control of them all but it seems that every time I make strides in one area I wind up taking two steps back in another.
I was thinking of all these things that I want to do: vacations I want to take, races I want to run, experiences I simply want to have and I never really feel like I have enough money to do any of them. So I decided I would look over my back account and (multiple) credit card statements and add up all the extraneous money I spent for one month: liquor store, eating out, morning coffee purchases, late fees for certain things. I didn’t think it would be that much, but when the number stared stared back at me on my calculator I almost died.
Yes, you read that right NINE HUNDRED DOLLARS. Not nine, not ninety, but nine hundred freaking dollars. No wonder I am not taking an vacations to Charleston or making a dent in my credit card payments. It’s because I’m too busy buying Chinese food and wine. Which would also explain why I’ve gained 20 pounds in the last 8 months. Because apparently all I do is eat and drink calorie laden shit.
But I’ve noticed little things lately: the pants getting a little tighter, my energy waning, more guilt over food choices I am making. And who has time for this. I don’t. Not at (almost) 35. Not with three kids. Not with the goals and hopes I have.
The scale has become my nemesis, staring at me with her skinny, glassy body every time I enter the bathroom. I step on. Close my eyes. And pray. I pray that I don’t see a certain number. Or that it didn’t go up AGAIN. But ever since I stopped really running in the fall and ever since stopped training for my marathon it has been creeping up ever so slowly. I’m not going to list the number, but lets just say my middle number has changed twice and if I don’t get a handle on it soon, my first number will as well. And I can’t have that. I can’t go back to that first number. I’ve worked too damn hard.
I’ve decided to use January as kind of a cleanse. Shedding off the old mistakes that I made in December (and month’s prior) and trying to change my behavior into more positive choices.
- Make coffee at home. Sure, it’s not my venti iced skinny vanilla latte, but it also costs way less than $6.00.
- No alcohol. At least for January. I want to see how I feel without it. And my wallet needs to see how it feels without it as well.
- Healthy, non-processed food. I want to train for the AirBnB Brooklyn Half Marathon (more on this later) and I need to do it right this time. Healthy nutrition in…positive energy out.
- Stop eating out. In December we were sick, I was stressed, we were tired. And most nights I would come home and just not want to cook. So I didn’t. Of course, this affects everyone in the family, and I need to be setting a better example for the littles in my life.
Hopefully with these four changes I can begin to see a difference: more energy, better sleep, focused running and exercise, and more real life experiences.
I’m tired of simply wishing I could do and be more.
Let’s do this, January.