I started my Saturday by going some place expensive. The gas station. Shelby was away dog sitting. So this was a solo adventure morning. After filling up the car, I decided I wanted breakfast. But I did not feel like cooking what I was craving. I got on the highway and headed down town. I drove past the former Salt Lake Bees stadium and Lucky 13. I went past the creepy alleged daycare, the source of so many local rumors. The fresh paint looks nice, but I still have never seen a child on that playground.
I finally made it to 604 E 1300 S in SLC. That address takes you to the Park Cafe. One of my favorite spots in the city. I was surprised how quickly I was able to get a seat. Normally we show up right when they open, otherwise it could be a long wait for a good meal. I got seated at the counter and ordered an omelette with Park potatoes. Breakfast is one of my favorite meals that I don't often give myself the luxury to enjoy during the week. If you havent been to the Park Cafe it is well worth a visit. Nothing on the menu has ever disapointed. The food is fresh and homemade. The jam is made on sight and is absolutley delicious.
Across from the cafe is Liberty Park. It was snowing and as pretty as the white fresh snow was it was also cold. I recently started working out Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. I get a lot of steps in at work but not as many on the weekends. I logged a little over half a mile. A far cry from what I used to do. But a reminder that I need to get better.
The last time Charles and I had a weight loss competiton I developed some issues with my right leg. Waking became painful and I stopped. I stopped working out, I stopped eating as healthy. I bought little debbies in abumdance and I got to my heaviest recorded weight.
I spent the better part of the last year telling myself I will start working out. My starting point was a workout routine. One that I failed to build for myself. By doing so I enabled myself to remain unhealthy and stuck. Unhealthy and stuck is somehat comfortable because it is the normal for me. I found comfort in my discomfort and I let myself setup camp and live that way.
I am not proud of this fact but I have to own it. Making excusese won't change anything and I don't need to enable myself to be that way any longer. What I want is to walk without getting winded. To take the stairs without breathing hard. I want less joint pain. I want less fear of my medical future. But wanting it will not make it happen. I have to earn this.
The workout plan I selcted is desinged for obese people. I am one of them. I used to be able to workout 100 times harder than what this plan is asking of me. As I get older and letmyself slide my abilites go as well. I know it is not too late for me to change things. But it is scary sometimes how quickly I am out of energy and out of breath.
The easy road of doing whatever I want is easy in the moment. But it comes with strings that are easy to understand but not always fully realized in the moment. So I have to pick between doing what I want that limits me or limiting myself so I can do what I want. 38 is coming up fast and I refuse to be in this situation at 40. I have been down this road before but this time feels much different.
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