Weekend ephiphany: there is a huge difference in working out and eating well to get skinny, and working out and eating well to get fit and healthy.
The very end of this month marks one year of my healthful journey. As I've said before, basically my first six months were incredibly efficient. These last 6? Not so much.
For the first six months I was amazed at how much better I felt: I had more energy, I slept better, my mood improved. The falling clothing sizes was just a plus.
Then, for some reason, after Christmas I started focusing more on how I looked. Maybe it's because, suddenly, it's like everyone else was focusing on that, too. Instead of focusing on how I felt, I focused on what the scale said. If my jeans felt even a teeny bit tighter than normal, man, I'd hate myself and get depressed. Even though my energy level has dropped to nothing, I paid it no mind and instead focused on how my body looked.
Yeah. I've gotta stop that.
If there's anything I've learned in this journey, it's that you have to listen to your body. And it's more important to me to feel better than to look better. Feeling fit feels so much better than looking good but feeling horrible.
For the first six months, I ate food to fuel my body. I carefully chose what I ate to give my body what it needed to work. But for these last six months, I ate healthfully...but I gave in to (healthy!) cravings. I wouldn't have, say, a bunch of fruit because it was healthy but more because I was craving it. Not exactly smart.
So I'm back to eating to fuel my body, my workout and my life. No more giving in to silly cravings.
New mindset, whee!