I was so inspired by her commitment to the The Plan, and her never ending enthusiasm about the plan, that I thought "fuck it" and decided I'd give it a shot.
This, unsurprisingly, came after three months of indulging in Americo Time, which is where I just enjoy the time we have together while skipping the gym, spending weekends on the couch (not to mention many weekdays when I was sick), and experimenting with many wonderful new recipes that may or may not include deep frying.
I adore Americo time. It's my favourite time, but often involves me getting to the end of the three months feeling sluggish, and with a renewed commitment to fighting my anxiety by cleaning up my life with healthier eating, hitting the gym, sorting out my cupboards, and donating my excess stuff to charity.
With all that in mind, I thought I'd join Amanda in committing to the plan. And commit I have.
In the two weeks since I started the plan I've done a fair few things that are making me feel better. So much better that my (legendary) PMS totally skipped me this month, a miracle that I'm sure my man is delighted about.
In the last two weeks I've:
- Reduced my coffee intake SIGNIFICANTLY. I was having up to 8 or 9 shots (considering one large coffee is two shots) every day. I wish I was joking. I had (have) a massive addiction for, and love for coffee, but it was no doubt contributing to my anxiety, and my lack of sleep, and my general unwellness. I didn't go cold turkey, I'm not that strong, but I'm down to 3 shots (one at home, single shot, and one at work, double) and I'm feeling a lot less anxious, which fucking ROCKS. Yes, I am the last person to figure out coffee is adding to my anxiety, thank you for asking.
- I've actively reduced my sugar. Not entirely removed it, but reduced it. When I get a craving for Starburst, or Jolly Ranchers, I eat fruit, or reach for a yoghurt. And, I don't get the afternoon dizzy's anymore. Are these things linked? Surely not, what a ridiculous idea. I can't even consider it. But that leads me to...
- Eating two fruit and five veg every day. I'm not there yet, vegetables are stupid, but I'm close. Vegetables every day with dinner, fruit every night for dessert (with sugar free reduced fat ice cream, it's better than you think) and even vegetables with lunch. This is so unlike me my head may explode. This has been the hardest, because I'm simply too lazy for vegetables. But I do feel better. A lot better. My whole body feels joyous. It's freaking me out.
- And I'm going to the gym again. AND I smashed my first goal. I wanted to reach 4km in 45 minutes by the end of November. SMASHED IT before the end of October. I can't run, my knee's are messed up with arthritis, but I am determined that by Christmas I'm going to do 5km in 45 minutes. I haven't managed to get to the gym the five times a week I wanted over the last two weeks, but I'm doing pretty well.
- I'm saving money. It's not a spectacular amount, but it's going up. Every fortnight. I'm paying my bills in advance, I can afford to eat well and go out with the fabulous Brooke when I want and I might maybe even manage to post off all the oversea care packages hiding in my closet for the last year. I'm determined next year my man and I will get married, and this is how to make it happen. Money, root of all evil, is the key to my happiness so I will learn.
And I have more to come. Next pay day I'm treating myself to some new clothes, because my next goal is to dress like a real grown-up and commit more to the future job I want, starting with dressing for it, to make it easier to get it. It will delay the getting the man slightly, but if I get a new job, it might mean better pay, so it all evens out.
After that, I don't know. I've done enough, and have a few more goals to reach by Christmas, and then I'll plan for the new year. In which I will kick ass.
Because I have a plan, and I'm going to achieve it, because I fucking rock.
(don't worry, those plans don't involve blogging more, so you're safe, my readers, from more of my comma problem)
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