A few days ago I posted about having a serious case of the IDCs (I Don't Cares). I'm happy to report that this latest bout has passed and I'm even happier to share that I lost .2 pounds at yesterday's Weight Watchers weigh-in.
Sadly, this loss did nothing to get me closer to figuring out my motivation or anchor or mantra or whatever that would get me to my goal weight. Serendipitously, the anchor came to me yesterday after a seemingly unconnected chain of events.
This last Friday, I had lunch with a group of work colleagues and in between bites of chicken tikka masala and garlic naan one person shared that they were going to start working out with a fellow employee. One by one others at the table commented, some with awe and some with respect, on how fit this fellow employee was.
Little did I know how much of an impact that lunch time topic would have on me.
Yesterday, after returning home from my post-Weight Watchers meeting bike ride, it dawned on me that my body shape didn't match my fitness level. I regularly get in 5-7 hours of exercise a week in spin classes, outdoor bike rides, walking and Nike Training Club circuit training workouts. My body shape doesn't reflect all of this activity because of my suspect food choices and lack of sufficient sleep.
Then it clicked and the anchor was born. All of my decisions and actions will be run through the filter of "Is this supporting my goal to have my body shape match my fitness level?"
Thank you, Esther, for planning this lunch. You not only kept us connected, but you also helped me get back my mojo!