Throwing Bones
It's been... a minute. I know. If I want to get writing again, even semi-regularly, I first have to write "something." So, here goes.
You know the whole dedicated-not-motivated mantra? I've been neither. Nothing is working. Except for me, I'm working... a lot. Maybe that's why everything else is falling apart. My challenges, plans, goals, and dreams. They've all failed or been forgotten. So when everything I've tried hasn't worked, what do I do?
Shake The Dominoes
I'm searching for one thing to change, that'll stick, that'll put me into gear and start my comeback. Instead of one thing, why not change everything? After a timely chat with some fellow wellness enthusiasts, one shared the concept of eating One Meal A Day (OMAD). Instantly, I knew this would be the first domino to... ok let's switch up the metaphor... topple.
But Why Though?
- Absolutely No One
I've done intermittent fasting, so this isn't entirely new to me. I've known people who eat one meal a day, but never as a means to lose or manage weight; it was to suit their lifestyle. But for me, it could serve multiple purposes. Eating one meal a day:
- combats decision paralysis
- makes portion control crazy easy
- simplifies macro targets to 1 meal instead of 3-4
- gives me back hours of meal prep, cooking, and shopping time
- compels me to get outside of the office
- promotes better hydration
And So Goes The Dominoes
With this as the catalyst, the rest of the dominoes have fallen into place. I'm getting up at 4 AM and hitting the gym. I perform a modest and responsible workout comprised mostly of PT as warm-up, a simple low-impact HIIT session, and 10 minutes of yoga. At which point, I commit to a grooming and self-care routine aimed at ensuring my day starts clean and refreshed. My day is broken up into five automated time-blocked shifts to support everything from familial responsibilities to work tasks. By 8 PM, I walk away from anything I have to or am "supposed" to do. I wind down. Pop a melatonin at 9 PM, and it's lights out by 10 PM.
It's early, but I'm feeling good. Good enough to write again. Good enough to not sweat an inconsistent metaphor.
