Over the last five weeks I've been adjusting to the desk jockey lifestyle. It's been hard, because when I was a dog walker I could eat all day (and did!) and never get fat. After about two weeks of chair-warming I realized I'd have to consciously monitor my food intake or deal with the consequences.
It wasn't a fun realization, but I've gotten used to it now, and eating less has become a habit, just like eating more became a habit when I was physically active all day. Another thing I've discovered I need to do is work out first thing in the morning. This was actually a little harder to come to terms with because I've always sneered at "those morning workout people" and declared that I'd never set my alarm clock one minute earlier than it absolutely needed to go off.
And now I get up really early and do yoga before I even have coffee. I feel old. I've left behind the rock and roll lifestyle of my youth. I'm married, I'll be thirty-one inside of two months, and I get up early to work out.
Well, that's all right. In time I won't think about it so much. And I suppose it's better than the alternative, which would be holding on to unsuitable habits and living with extra weight.
Change is good! Sometimes we need a reminder of that:
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I love this post on more levels than I can describe. It resonated with me, the habits that change. There are a lot of those things with me; salads, bedtimes, metabolism, militancy in the work place... I'm still me, just catching the light a little differently in my prism.
Thanks, Ava! I think it was inspired by this thing they keep saying in my yoga DVDs: "What we do on a daily basis defines us." I really feel the truth of that!
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