My husband is leaving me on my own for a long weekend. Leaving me to exercise on my own. Leaving me to watch TV and fight off the snack attack monster on my own. Leaving me to stay up past my bedtime waiting for our teen son to meet his curfew, on my own. Leaving me to sprawl across our huge bed, with no snoring or accidental banging into my broken arm … on my own:) Sure, I’ll have my son around. But as is his usual routine, he will probably spend most of his waking hours hanging out with friends and most of his hours at home sleeping.
Once upon a time I looked forward to the rare occasions when I had some unaccustomed peace and quiet. But I also looked forward to eating whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. And I did. But the new and improved me is not that person. The new and improved me wants/intends/needs to stick with healthy eating. While the cat is away, this mouse will not play!
When I had the house to myself a few months ago, I was running full steam ahead in my no-cheat euphoria diet-honeymoon period. But as many of you know, I’ve been struggling lately with overeating/cheating. Which is why I’m a bit nervous about hubby being gone. While I fully intend to stay on track, with or without my better half here, I do worry just a smidge about the days slowly dragging and wearing on my wavering willpower. Sure, I could cheat with him here… but I am more likely to overeat if no one is watching. I imagine the long weekend stretching even longer in my mind, filled with thoughts of food, with no distractions. And to make matters worse, my husband has become my exercise partner. Since my injury, with him working out beside me, I have managed to find the motivation to increase my workouts at home. Will I find that motivation without his company?
I decided it was time to follow the example of so many inspiring bloggers and set some clear goals for myself for the time my husband is gone. Goals are good. Following goals is even better:) So here goes…
My weekend home alone goals:
- No cheating or overeating.
- Write down everything I eat.
- A minimum of 45 minutes of cardio every day.
Simple. Realistic. Measurable. Actionable. Looks so easy when I see them sitting there in print. Yet feels so silly that I am even fixating on this. Will I ever be the person who just lives each day, eats well, and doesn’t think about food and obstacles? Or is it a good thing to worry about what might derail me and plan for it? Sigh.
Figuring it out. One day, one lonely weekend, at a time.