It’s the end of the year. I learned a lot about myself this year during the Packed Lunch Challenge, and I thought I would wrap it all up, and get ready for next year by sharing what I learned.
A year-long challenge for myself is a great thing. A year-long challenge as a blogger is absolute INSANITY.
For those of you who are not bloggers, the process for a single quality blog post is WORK. It has to be written, photos have to be taken, photos have to be edited, Pinterest graphics have to be made, Facebook graphics have to be made. The weekly newsletter has to be written, and THAT has to be different from the blog post, or people are getting the same info twice. Who wants that?
I just counted the photos for the Cauliflower Pizza crust recipe, and there were 43 photos I had to edit and upload! FORTY THREE! Maybe 8 made it into the post. (note to self: Things to work on in the future!)
Oh, and did I mention I work a full-time job too?
It was TOO MUCH. I guaranteed too much to readers on the front end and put too much pressure on myself to meet those goals so I didn’t feel like the jerk who made promises and didn’t keep them. So instead, I did the wise thing and didn’t post anything… Errrr…whoops.
I’ll challenge myself again for certain. I’ll keep writing because no amount of work will stop me from doing what I love. I’m just not going to hold myself accountable to anyone but me!
If you want to make an excuse you will. If you want to find an excuse you will.
It looks like I started puttering out about week 26 as far as blog updates go. Right about the time I tore my Achilles Tendon- halfway through the process.
I started sitting around more because my foot was in the lovely boot. I started caring less about what I ate because I knew I would just gain weight anyway because my foot was in a boot. In other words, I found excuses to drop my weight loss journey. Shortly after my foot was healed, my husband became sick, and trying to cope and deal with that left me finding and making excuse after excuse not to get back on track.
The internet is full of horrible, mean, and NASTY excuses for human beings…and a few great people too.
I felt like it was very important in my journey to find other people like me. I started an Instagram account for that whole purpose and found some AMAZING people to follow. I also found some of the most incredibly vile people commenting on weight loss accounts. The way I saw people attacked, shamed, STALKED and harassed online was terrifying to me. I’ve been stalked online, and it’s…unpleasant. You can read more about that here if you like.
It was easy to let all of those old feelings flood back in and panic that it might happen to me, or to worry about being constantly judged. What I learned is this:
I can’t control how other people treat me, think about me, or react to what I do. I can only control how I respond to it.
However, even with all the nasty people, I can say those of you who commented and emailed me were absolutely fabulous. Not one person was nasty about it, not one person had ANYTHING negative to say. For that, I am grateful beyond belief, and you will always have my appreciation.
It IS possible to make a year-long goal and keep it.
My goal at the beginning of this year was to pack my lunch for every single working day of the week ALL YEAR LONG. The only exception was to be lunches where I HAD TO GO for work meetings etc. Did I meet that goal? No. Do I consider that goal accomplished?
I used to eat lunch out almost every single day. This year, I ate my lunch out 5 days total. There are 260 work days a year for me. I went from 260 to 5. One of those 5 was a work lunch that was cancelled at the last-minute. I AM PROUD of myself. I formed new habits, and truthfully, fast food tastes like crap. I don’t want it, and most of the time when I fall into the trap out eating it it’s because I AM NOT PREPARED AT HOME.
Organization is essential to losing weight.
Plain and simple if you don’t plan what you’re going to eat you won’t lose weight. I HATE THIS. I hate having to think about food constantly. I hate having to weigh and measure everything I put in my mouth. I hate wondering if an extra tablespoon of ketchup is going to push one of the many restrictions over the limit. It’s annoying, and it makes me pissed off at everyone who can eat whatever they want without gaining weight.
However, it also made me realize that this part of healthy eating is my struggle. Everyone has a burden, it’s unfortunate that mine is food related. I realized I can’t run from it, I can’t ignore it. I realized it’s a mental struggle more than anything else. I realized you can’t allow anyone in your head EVER! If you want something YOU have to make it happen. I understand now no matter how much I HATE something, if I want my life to change, I have to learn to love it.
Looks wise, I am back to this girl. Mind wise, I am a whole new person. My weight has been a challenge, but every mistake I make teaches me something new. I’m going to conquer this one day at a time.