Our house continues to become a home, one project at a time. Since buying the Apple House in October 2018, we have demolished walls, refloored the entire upstairs, gutted the bathroom, changed windows, and painted every wall and ceiling. With warmer weather and COVID keeping us home, Spring 2020 was the perfect excuse to complete another project as well: designing and constructing our own backyard paver patio.
Everyone has a starting point. They are different for everyone, but we all have one.
My current “starting point” began in December 2019 and took several months to inch my way to that actual starting line.
After attending several get-togethers where my sole focus should have been the festivities of the holiday, I was having a difficult time being unselfish. Unselfish in the sense that my mind was always recirculating to myself. My body. My weight.
There is nothing I read more about than mindset and habits. And though there are hundreds of thousands of different strategies out there, the majority of what I read share one basic guideline — a single question to ask yourself in order to ensure lasting success.
That question is: “Can I keep doing ______ forever?”
Moving forward in my health journey requires having a game plan. I’ve been steadily increasing my movement since the beginning of the year, but my eating habits are lacking in discipline. I may eat super healthy one week, but completely fall off the wagon the next. My issue is deprivation: I do not handle strict diets well. If I tell myself I can’t have some food item at all, then it is all I crave until I get my hands on it. Poor mentality, I know, but it is something I continue to work on and struggle with currently.
This past winter I heard an acquaintance whisper, “Wow, she really let herself go,” as she walked away from me after a friendly exchange near the plus-size clothing section at Kohl’s. Our quick exchange was filled with hugs, smiles, and an introduction to her boyfriend. It was a turning point for me. Only moments before I had a little breakdown in the fitting room as a pair of sized 16 jeans lay on the floor, unable to get over my bum. It took several minutes to stop my tears and pull myself away from the corner where I sat, cringing away from my reflection.