Before you get excited, no this is absolutely NOT going to be a post about 50 Shades of Grey or any other BDSM nonsense I’m not talking about that kind of discipline. Perverts!
I’m talking about the complete lack of self-discipline I exhibit when it comes to sticking to any of the resolutions, goals or challenges that I set for myself. I have absolutely ZERO willpower. I crack under the slightest temptation and I give up the second things get a bit too difficult.
I have tons of blog posts sat in my draft folder, but I never seem to find the drive to actually write them. I want to get fit, but I can’t be bothered to drag myself off of the sofa to do any exercise. I talk about a healthier lifestyle but yet I’m still stuffing my face full of crap.
It has to stop.
I’ve come to the terrifying realisation that I’m almost 31 (4 days and counting) and I am REALLY not getting any younger. I weighed myself the other day and I was horrified to discover I actually weigh more now than I did AFTER giving birth to my second child. Not that I needed to weigh myself – the fact that none of my clothes currently fit should have been a dead giveaway.
The time has come to take action and finally display a little self-control. I’m starting to get the feeling that if I don’t make some positive life changes NOW then I probably never will. And then it will be all downhill from here.
Today is the official first day of the school summer holidays and although I still technically have to work for the next two weeks, it seemed a good timeframe to set myself the challenge of some serious self-care.
Starting tomorrow, I am on a self-imposed summer sweet treat ban – kind of like Lent but in July/August. I will be allowing myself a few days off – such as for my birthday, or other “special” occasions – but apart from that there will be no biscuits, cake, chocolate – NADA! I’m not expecting it to be easy but I do think I will notice the results if I succeed.
I’ve technically already started on my new exercise regime. I went on my first run yesterday. I’m not gonna lie – I almost fainted (genuinely, not even kidding) which was ridiculously embarrassing but once I had rediscovered how to breathe I did manage to finish the run so I’m considering that a positive.
Mr Mess is acting as my personal trainer and the plan is to run each week and gradually build up the distance. Mr Mess used to run a lot and has a few half-marathons under his belt. If I manage to keep it up, then the plan is I will join him in running the Nottingham half marathon in September 2017. Which is very exciting (and nauseating and frightening, but let’s stick with exciting for now)
As for the blog, I’ve decided to try and create a bit of a routine to help me be more consistent with my posting. At the moment, I tend to binge-write 5 or 6 posts in a week and then go two weeks without posting. From now on I’m going to try and stagger my posts, instead of posting them immediately. I’ll aim to schedule a post for every Monday, Wednesday and Friday and then, if I feel like it, write a more personal, diary post (like this one) on a Sunday evening.
Hopefully that will take the pressure of me a little, and also provide my readers with a rough idea of when to expect to see a new post from me.
I’m really looking forward to looking back at this post in 6 weeks time and seeing how much I’ve improved. (alternatively, I’m looking forward to deleting this post and denying all knowledge if it turns out to be another massive flop).
So now I’m off to set the alarm for tomorrow, which I will actually use to get me out of bed instead of ignoring it as I normally do. Just one more area of my life that requires a little willpower.
I’m sure there are many more, but let’s start small shall we?
Goodnight for now! Wish me luck!