The last 2 months in the Mamamia office have been interesting. You see, a bunch of us have been doing the Michelle Bridges 12 Week Body Transformation; and apart from the occasional lapse in judgment that causes us to shove a mince pie in our faces, we’ve generally done pretty well at keeping each other on track. (It helps that I sit next to Nicky so that we can compare lunch choices and discuss how healthy vermicelli actually is.)
When I started 12WBT, I was intrigued to see how it would all turn out. I’ve had many attempts at reinventing my health and fitness over the years – each of which have ended up failing for whatever silly reasons.
There was the time I tried to give up sugar and, two weeks later, ended up gorging myself on several full-size chocolate bars. Fail.
There was the time I tried to get up every day at 5:30am to go running before work – and did it twice before giving up. Fail.
There was the time I tried to eat no processed food whatsoever… and then I ate a caramel slice literally within 30 minutes of making that promise to myself. Fail.
The list goes on. So many attempts, so many fails. Because, throughout the years, I’ve always had this little voice popping up in my head, telling me to just give up on my goals and sleep/eat the damn Tim Tams/get off the treadmill.
FYI, you should know this post is sponsored by 12WBT. But all opinions expressed by the author are 100% authentic and written in their own words.
And inevitably, I have. Despite the fact that I feel so much better when I’m fit and healthy and eating well, I’ve spent many years falling off the wagon. And I’ve never quite understood why – because there was never any real excuse for it. I would just find an excuse, lose interest, and go right back to my old, unhealthy ways.
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Oh God Nat, your comment re eating caramel slice half an hour after vowing never to eat processed food ever again made me laugh. It just reminded me that I once announced to my family at the dinner table that I wanted to become a vegetarian. My sister pointed out that I'd just eaten a heap of Ikea meatballs. Fail. I still cringe. I at least could have picked a food that didn't have 'meat' as part of the actual name.
Stupid fad diets are the root of all that is evil and have always been behind my falling off the wagon. NEVER. AGAIN. When I do something not so great or have a bit of a lazy week, I let it go and focus on moving forward. I've realised that beating myself up about failing just encourages further failure.
All the best x
I find that if I try my best to eat three proper nutritious meals a day it helps so much with staying on track. Today I forgot to bring lunch to work and didn't eat for 8 hours so was ravenous when I got home and ate double the quantity for dinner and chocolates too. Once I'm on track and feeling good about what I'm eating it is easier to say no, but as soon as I miss a meal or have something sugary it's difficult to stop it spiraling into more bad choices.