My Journey, June 6, 2022

So, one full week of MOVE MONTH is behind us. I set a goal of 100 minutes per week of moderate activity. I ended last week with 47 minutes. Not even halfway.

Dwelling on my failures

If you’re like me you probably have a tendency to beat yourself up over past mistakes or failures. Heck, I can sometimes go back decades and spend time punishing myself for decisions I made. I know it’s stupid and pointless, but I do it anyway.

I believe that it is valuable to look at our mistakes and failures. If we ignore them, then we never learn anything. However, we need to see what we can learn from them, make plans based on those lessons, then move on.

So, what did I learn?

I learned that if I am going to be successful in achieving my MOVE MONTH goals, then I have to have a plan. I need a specific plan that says what activities I’m going to do, on what days, and at what times. This may seem like a no-brainer, but I truly thought I could just fit them in whenever. Yeah, I tell myself all kinds of lies like that.

Where am I going from here?

The goal for MOVE MONTH remains to do 100 minutes of moderate activity per week. To achieve that, I have done a calendar. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday will be kettlebell circuit workouts. Tuesday, Thursday, and maybe Saturday will be a walk in the park… like literally walking in a local part.

So, that’s the plan. I’ll see you back next week to see how well this worked to help me reach my goal for the week.

Weekly weigh in

While it’s not all about weight, one of my goals through this process is to lose weight. This is certainly partly so that I will feel better about the way I look, but even more so it’s so that I can actually be healthier. I’m all for body positivity and think that every one of us should love ourselves, regardless of how much we weigh. Still, the truth is that I am unhealthy. I have high blood pressure and even relatively simple tasks make me winded.

Each week I will weigh in and share that result with you. So, stay tuned.

Where did I start?

I started this year at 314#. While that’s not the highest I’ve ever started a year, it’s close. From there I lost some weight and gained some weight, eventually reaching the highest I have ever weighed, 322#. Let me tell you that I truly felt like crap at that weight. Not only was I very unhappy with the number, I hated the way I looked, and really felt bad.

Where am I now?

As of this morning, I’m a 317#. So, that’s 3 pounds up from the start of the year, but 5 pounds down from the peak of 322# a couple of weeks ago. I already feel better, but I have a long way to go. Stay tuned.