On July 3rd, I posted some disgusting pictures of myself on Instagram under a pseudonym as part of a preparation for a 28-day challenge. They weren’t pretty. I couldn’t believe I did it. (I still can’t believe it. )I crammed my body into some bright orange workout clothes that I swear (you’re welcome) to never leave the house wearing and took pictures in front of our foggy bathroom mirror. And I hit post. No filters. Just me. ACK!
We left for vacation that evening. I wasn’t ready to start the actual eating part of my challenge at all. We were venturing out to Kansas City, and I did not want to give up KC’s finest barbecue. I also didn’t want to give up my diet soda…yet. Somewhere in my mind I couldn’t think of a road trip without a diet soda. This only reveals my skewed thinking about food and drink in general. Also if I had started changing my habits, I would not have allowed myself to partake in that glorious cookie thing my brother-in-law made for dessert on our visit. (It was out-of-this-world delicious and about a gazillion calories). We returned from our trip on Sunday, and on Monday, I made my changes.
I decided no artificial sweeteners and no sugar. I would limit my carbs to a handful and avoid anything too “starchy.” I would also stick to 1200 calories/day. (I would likely not have made it this far without the discovery of Refrigerator Oatmeal. It’s the best! Seriously. I’m not even hungry at lunch because this magic breakfast is so filling.)
As I was mentally preparing myself to make this changes, I started to evaluate other parts of my life that I wanted to makeover. I decided that I move less than I should. This is generally only a problem in the summer as most days I hit my 10,000 steps during a regular teaching day; however, during the summer, I find my corner of our beige sofa a little too comfortable. If I plop down on the couch particularly in my own little corner, I will get sucked into social media, Netflix, or other sedentary activities. I pledged to myself to move 30 minutes per day. Yesterday it was swimming with my kids for an hour along with walks to and from the pool. Monday, it was 30 minutes of Just Dance with Madeleine. (I’m awful but I don’t care).
But eating and movement weren’t the only aspects of my life that I wanted to change. My outlook and attitude had become rotten. I started to think of myself in comparison to other people and their success. I honestly felt like no one wanted to read my posts on social media. They weren’t interesting, and frankly, I was bored by my own life.
I also felt like I didn’t have strong relationships with others. I felt like my relationships with people were shallow. If I only know about your life because you posted on social media and I call us friends, what does that say? I should know what’s going on with my friends because we had a conversation about it. I should see their vacation photos because they showed them to me and I showed them mine….not by posting them on a site. That’s not a relationship. It’s lazy communication, and it doesn’t value each other. It says, “Here’s my life for the world to see,” but it doesn’t create the intimacy that real friendships need. It replaces the phone calls and personal text messages with forced “Happy Birthdays” from people with whom you have not had a real conversation in 15-20 years. Sometimes I feel like FB is the gift cards of the gift-giving world. Gift cards are cool, but they don’t suggest that you know a person well enough to select a personalized option. We are often lazy gift givers and lazy maintainers of relationships.
So here it is. My commitment to 28-days of change. Changes in eating, fitness, and social media. In another week, I will shoot another photo in the same neon orange sports bra and shorts, but I’m hoping the change is less visible on the outside. #wholebodymakeover #progressnotperfection
(Check out the recipe page for my favorite new breakfast.)