Another week down! Another two pounds down! So I’m happy.
This week was actually a little easier than the first week because I know how to plan and what to expect. But it was also a little harder mentally because it is hard to be spontaneous following this plan. Monday night, I had a concert to go to, so I took that as my food day off, and I completely enjoyed myself at the show. But when last minute plans presented themselves Wednesday night, I had to figure out how to get in a plan-friendly dinner. Then I took the snacking penalty because I had an appetizer with a friend- at least it was healthy: hummus and pita and vegetable sticks. Yes, it was a penalty, but I was also glad to see that I naturally was drawn to the healthier choice.
I had intended Friday lunch to be my meal off. I was going to one of my favorite restaurants and wanted to get my favorite dish. When lunch plans changed, I ate a typical Game On Diet meal. I wasn’t feeling deprived or like I needed the splurge, so I didn’t take it. That’s the point I’m getting to- the point of the game- the healthier lifestyle is taking route. I’m finding I just want to make the better decisions.
I’m still not loving black coffee, but a little vanilla extract in it, or cinnamon, is helping a bit. The thing I’ve craved the most? An icy cold Coke Zero. But I haven’t had a single soda, even when it is allowed in the plan. I’m actually rather proud of myself for that.
The best thing, though, is how much more sleep I am getting. Seven hours is the requisite minimum amount in the game, and I was getting that most of the time. But I was still waking up so tired. So I forced myself to try each night for eight hours. And I feel so much better. That is probably the single biggest improvement I’ve noticed from these two weeks: how much better I feel in general when I am well rested.
So now we’re on to Week 3. I already had the food day off for this week, and the wine I had at last night’s concert gave me a fitful sleep last night, so even though it was enough time, it wasn’t good sleep. That’s impacted my motivation today, but I am powering through it. I figure I did it to myself, so I can get over it and get my head in the game.
We’re already talking round 2. I plan to take a week or two off between rounds- it is good to surprise your metabolism once in a while- and I want to have no worries over Labor Day Weekend. So if you’re interested in playing, starting the week of 13 September, let me know!
Much to my mother’s consternation, I’ve never lived by the “a place for everything and everything in its place” mantra. I like clean, but I can stand some clutter. And there’s a lot of other things I’d rather do than sort through everything that needs sorting through right when it needs doing. But it’s gotten a bit out of hand lately. Not “I should be on Hoarders” crazy, but “Where the hell did all this crap COME FROM?!” crazy. And WHY do I need all of it?
That’s the point. I don’t need all of it. I may not even need half of it. But where to start? I can organize a closet if I can do the whole thing at once. If I have to break it up over several days, it stresses me out. But then it becomes easier to not do it. Except I hit a wall. The clutter is driving me mad. I want to simplify, get rid of all the stuff I don’t need and I want to be more organized.
So, I hired a professional organizer. We meet for the first time on Friday. This is simultaneously liberating and terrifying. I want to be free of the clutter, I want to be more organized, I want to simplify, and I want to live and love more with less. I just would prefer a magic wand or a house elf to do it and not actually have to involve myself in the process. I attach a ridiculous sentimentality to some things. Like gifts I’ll never use, but I feel guilty for giving them away because it was important to someone that I have it.
There are bins in the bottom of one closet I should toss without looking in them. I know I am keeping the contents for some reason, but I can’t tell you at all what that is. I’m sure I’ll remember once I start looking through them. And this is where I expect said organizer to look at me as though I have three heads and calmly instruct me to toss it anyway. There’s other stuff that will be easier to get rid of. I just have to do it, perhaps channeling my friend Amanda, label maker and storage bins in hand.
On an intellectual level, I know what needs to be done. In theory, I could do it myself. But I need that voice of reason to push me to get rid of the things I don’t really need, and in some cases even want. Someone who won’t buy into the justifications I give for wanting to keep something. And I want this to be the start of yet another change. Something that makes me question purchases in the future- what value will this give me, if I allow it into my home.
Truth be told, I’m excited, along with the dread of actually completing the taks and anticipation of the liberation I expect to feel when all is said and done.