The battle against myself is waged every night. I’m noticing lately that I’m more conscious about what I’m eating and drinking. After I found out how much sugar is in coke, pepsi, and other soft drinks I stopped drinking it! I’m also eating healthier, but occasionally I’ll have my slip-ups when my alter ego, “Fat Eric”, is the decision maker. I’ll always have a soft spot for fast food. Growing up, a trip to McDonalds every Sunday for a Happy Meal was a reward for being well behaved in Church. It was probably the toys that drew me to the Happy Meals. In college, the easy access combined with a small budget, frequently led me to the Golden Arches. Actually, I would pool up McDonalds Monopoly pieces with my roommates in the hopes of winning a million dollars! My sweet tooth is my biggest guilty pleasure. I’m definitely more aware now of what I’m consuming. I’ve read books about the “Raw Diet” and done a lot of research online about how diet plays a large role in a healthy lifestyle. I’ve been trying to make a conscious effort to eat healthier. I’ve been eating healthier out of convenience. My current reasoning for eating healthier is simple: “Salads are easy to cook.” I’m definitely more conscious of what I’m consuming.
While I’m become more aware of the importance of nutrition, exercise/ physical activity has never been an issue for me. However, practicing “functional” activities is tough because it gets repetitive and boring. I have noticed that I’ve been gravitating away from the balance and gait training exercises because it not a cardiovascular activity that generates Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness (DOMS) or sweat. As former physical therapist, I understand the importance of functional goal setting, but with so many accessibility resources /alternative means of accomplishing things, I think that I have managed to adapt to my impairments. This is great, but I’m not content with adaptation. I want to continue to address the impairments. I do realize the I’m at risk for disappointment if my progress has plataeu’d, but part of me still wants to believe the potential to walk or even run is still there. I just have to return to rehabbing. Time is precious, but I do realize that things are not going magically improve by them unless they are addressed. Good intensions mean nothing unless an action plan is executed. There is so much I want to accomplish, I just wish I had the energy to do what I want!