It’s 4am here. Trying to find time to do anything is near impossible. Raise your hands if you’re with me! I’ll dive in with first updating on my goals for last week. I set three very basic tasks for me to complete every day – a little micro-productivity activity to help me kickstart the next phase in my journey.
Goal 1: drink a glass of water every morning.
Goal 2: Make the bed every day
Goal 3: Reduce spending by taking snacks to work
It was easy until the routine changed. Little hiccups can totally derail you. I was off to a great start for the week, up and at ’em straight away each morning, checking off my three little (I’ve called them) pre-start to-dos. I had multiple alarms set – failure starts with lack of planning. All was well, until later in the week and hubby was home, and he lovingly got up to make coffee. Instantly that threw out drinking the glass of water (because I wasn’t naturally standing at the sink) and making the bed was a mad dash before running out the door.
I reminded myself this week that we need to have the ability to adapt. Roll with the punches, they say. I’m keeping the goals, and plugging away at them again this week. I added myself one (or is it three?) new goals. I’ve been eating fairly mindlessly, more just to consume something food wise other than taking time and effort into understanding what I’m putting in my body.
I’ve always had a yo-yo lifestyle when it comes to my weight. As a kid, I was chubby. By 18, I was 55kg and loving life. By 22, I’d had two kids and pushing the scales at over 90kg, before working hard to drop back down to 58kg. Ever since, it’s been a rolling cycle of putting on weight, losing some, and putting on more. I’m not chewing myself up about it, I live very busy, have two wonderful kids and enjoy my life. But now I’m FEELING my body turn against me, it fatigues, it aches, it screams for more nutrients.
I need to start taking care of me, from the inside.
New Goal:
3x pre-planned, highly nutritious and protein packed meals.
It feels like the week passed with no traction. In retrospect, I focused on my three goals, I did my normal, I smashed out a Uni assignment, threw a 12th birthday bash and meal planned for the week. I started listening to the audiobook version of Glennon Doyle’s “Stop pleasing, start living”. I’m a few chapters in, and it’s providing some gentle food for thought. Maybe you want to listen to a podcast instead of mindlessly scrolling this week?
Mostly, I want to leave with one surprising find – Something as simple as blow drying your hair can make you feel amazing all week. On the best of days, my hair looks like I’ve electrocuted myself. I spend the week putting it up in a bun to manage it, embarrassed by the bushy tail that bobbles behind me. I allowed myself the fifteen minutes to dry and straighten my hair. Not only did it make me feel good, it made me WANT to offer to do the kids, something I internally groan about when they ask.
For a feel good vibe – Blow dry and style your hair, you’ll thank me.
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