I laughed at myself Sunday evening, when I sat down to write this post. I felt like I had the laziest weekend...and then I remembered that I ran 8 miles on Saturday. When did that become something normal in my life, and not an occasion to shout from the rooftops? I think the changes that I've made over the last four and a half years to my lifestyle have become so ingrained that this is, dare I say, routine.
And I had to wonder...who am I?
Well, I'm a person who exercises on a regular basis, day after day, month after month, year after year. No more fits and starts - it doesn't occur to me to stop. This is what I do. And sometimes? I run 8 miles. Then I go on with my day. From the outside looking in, that is pretty bizarre, if you knew the old me. But I think I'm finally seeing the new me.
While I always wanted and secretly hoped that I would stick with eating right, exercising, and doing what it takes to maintain my weight loss, I had my doubts. After all, I'd never been successful before. Many times over the last few years, I've been asked what "flipped the switch" for me this go-round. I honestly still don't know what that was, but I think I finally understand why I've been able to keep it going. I don't want to trivialize, but it's pretty simple: I managed to string together enough days in a row of eating right and exercising that it became a normal way of life for me. No huge mystery, no great secret...I just kept at it, day after day, month after month, year after year.
And that is how I can both run 8 miles AND feel like a lazy person. Welcome to my new normal.