Casting Votes

3/3/22

Going back to the tenets of Atomic Habits:

"Every decision you make it a vote for the person you want to be."

The past couple of nights, I've cast some positive votes:

  • Woke up on Tuesday in the middle of the night, feeling hungry. I was seriously contemplating getting up to eat, then successfully talked myself out of it. 
  • John was out last night for a work event, and after a busy day, I decided to give my body a day off from working out without guilt or panic (yes, that is a positive move). However, the real win was when I took a peek at what wine we had that I could open and decided to forgo it. I knew what would happen--I'd drink too much of it and go on an eating binge. I didn't need it. 
  • I'm still tracking--even when it doesn't make me particularly proud--and even upped my weight loss goal from .5 lb. a week to 1 lb. a week to reduce the calorie allotment. I don't need the amount of food--or the amount of calorie-dense food--I've been consuming. Tracking helped me see that. Full disclosure: was nice to have calories left over on some days. 
  • I picked up intermittent fasting again. I am working up to 14:10. I've made 12 and 13 hours so far, and didn't just throw my hands up and quit when I didn't nail the goal. It's a process. 
  • I realized my focus meeting at Burn was on an evening I had a training. So, I cancelled it, then promptly rescheduled. I also mapped out my week at Burn to make sure I made it to 4 days. 
  • I slipped on a new pair of size 8 jeans I purchased, and even though they felt a little tighter than when I purchased them (can I blame it on the washer and dryer?), I left them on instead of putting on my old size 10, I kept them on. They weren't uncomfortable, just tight enough to remind me that I wanted those suckers to fit without being tight. 
  • On most days (working up to it becoming automatic), I am doing the morning exercises from Built from Broken. I'm seeing movement heals, and I'm dedicated to moving more, not just during formal exercise. Ditto the stairs goal. I take them way more often than I used to, but I have found myself pushing that elevator button a little too often.  
  • I am writing with consistency. Nothing Pulitzer Prize winning, but enough to say I'm a writer. It doesn't need to be a novel or published to count. 
I am casting votes every day for the person I want to be. 

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