the living project

Here I am.  Sitting on the couch in my living room, thinking about my life.

Thinking about the person I want to be: strong, independent, and fearless.  Yet everyday I wake up, I have one looming thought- Today is the day I’m going to change.

I keep waiting for a sign or motive, but I can’t wait for my life to begin.  It’s here and now.

Senior year of high school, I pledged to lose 50lbs.  I didn’t make it all the way there, I got stuck at 170, only 20lbs in.  I went to college, and gained 30 back, now uncomfortably loafing at 200.  

Now I’m a sophomore, and I’m ready for change.

I miss running, without the pressure I always put on myself now.  I miss tapping, being able to lift my body with ease and grace.  And I miss wearing a confident smiling, proud to show off my body, not using clothes to hide.

I want this time to be different- for me to actually take action.  But I’ve built myself up to this fear of failure, provoking me to give up before I really try.  

Here it goes.  I’m not laying out rules or a plan.  I’m laying out some concrete goals.

GOALS: WEEK 1

1. Post on this blog each night.         

-What I ate

-What I did

-How I feel

2. Break the barriers

-Go to the gym once

-Go for a walk at least once

-Go for a walk/run at least once

-Tap for at least 30 minutes

3. Love yo self (spend some good alone time)

-Read at least 10 pages of recreational book

-Look at yourself in the mirror everyday

-Don’t pull out the scale until the end of the week

Don’t forget. Stay in the game.