Monday I started a workout and eating program called “21 Day Fix.” You may be familiar with it. You get a week’s worth of workouts (that you repeat, obvs) and a bunch of colored containers that are meant to help you learn portion control as well as eating a variety of healthy food.
Working out every day is challenging from the stand point of fitting it into the day when you have a small child, but other than that, working out every day is about as difficult for me as eating lunch. I’ve pretty much always done it, occasionally I skip. When I do, something feels off…
So why the 21 Day Fix? Am I broken?
There are a few reasons why I wanted to take on this challenge. The biggest reason I wanted to do this is the discipline of planning my food and sticking to the plan. I am a pretty healthy eater. Most mornings I have a smoothie that consists of two cups of spinach, greens powder, water, and a bit of fruit. My problem has never really been not wanting to eat healthy food, it has been not following it up with a binge on sweets.
And by binge I mean binge.
Like eating an entire package of Oreos.
In one day (sometime one sitting).
You know, that sort of stuff.
Over the next 21 days I’m hoping to work on my relationship with food. To think through the gift that food is to us, as well as my abuse of it.
I’m also asking myself question like “why do I work out?” “Is it wrong to want my body to look a certain way?” “Are yoga pants from the devil?” Okay, honestly I probably won’t spend any time on that last one…
While there are things about my body that I’d like to change aesthetically, more importantly, I still have weakness in my core muscles from having baby girl. I’m excited to get that dealt with and functioning better.
The workouts are great for me in this season of life because they’re only 30 minutes. As a person who once easily spent 3 hours in the gym, it’s weird to even think those thoughts. Times change quickly.
I’ll post some progression of how it’s all going, and more specifically, how I’m changing as a person. It’s scary to type that sentence for fear that I won’t change. That in three weeks I’ll go back to the old me with food. I’m typing it anyway, and trusting God for change.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on those questions, and to challenge you to ask yourself about your relationship with food and fitness. Let’s see what God does, shall we?