So today I’m going to talk a bit about setbacks, or getting knocked down (points to any one that gets the 90’s reference in the title) and more importantly getting back up again. Because whilst Chumbawamba isn’t the best place to go for advice when it comes to drinking, the notion of getting knocked down and then hauling yourself back up is one we’re all familiar with in some way.
Now given that Potential offer Boxing sessions I should probably clarify that when I say I got knocked down, I don’t mean physically! I’m talking more about the ‘eating a bacon sandwich on white bread whilst attempting the 21 day challenge’ kind of set back which was followed by the ‘oh sod it I’ve failed anyway, pass the chocolate cake…. and the biscuits…and…’ kind of setback.
I’ve known for a long time that I’m a creature of habit, and I can tell you exactly how this spiral started, and whats worse is I probably could have told you the week before it happened too. I decided to weigh myself, and I hadn’t lost anything. I hadn’t gained anything either, but that just didn’t feel proportional to the effort I was making. So then I measured myself, and I hadn’t shrunk either, and then I was annoyed. I was annoyed that I was trying and there was no measurable change, I was annoyed that I’d weighed myself in the first place and I was annoyed as I knew that I was probably going to ‘fall off the wagon’. Now I’m annoyed that I let myself reason things out to that point when i should have just stuck with it. But the beauty of this blog is that it demands introspection in order to share my journey with you all. (yes, that’s right! you aren’t the only one reading this! Hurrah!)
Looking back, I’ve been predictable and wasted a heck of a lot of energy being annoyed when really I should have just rolled with it. Or better still LEFT THE SCALES ALONE! Because I didn’t start doing any of this with weight loss as my primary goal, being fitter was, and I am fitter. So what i really need to do is stop treating this like some kind of weird internal mental battle and just keep on chipping away and enjoying the classes. Because this isn’t a fad diet, this is a healthy lifestyle and until I decided to shoot myself in the foot, I was enjoying it. So I’m getting back up again, tonight at bootcamp. See you there.
Author accepts no responsibility for the reader spending the rest of the day singing “He drinks a whisky drink, he drinks a vodka drink, he drinks a lager drink, he drinks a cider drink, he sings the songs that remind him of the good times, he sings the songs that remind him of best times, OHHHHHHH DANNY BOY….”