I so totally, completely and utterly am!
100 days, starting tomorrow and ending the day before Thanksgiving, without sugar, junk food, and countless cups of hot caffeinated bliss. Don’t get me wrong…there will be caffeinated bliss …just in moderation. But seeing I seem completely incapable of doing sugary foods in moderation, they’re getting chopped. Completely.
100 days of making a concerted effort to get more physically active {be it walking…taking the kids for a bike ride…hula hooping {don’t laugh}…or simply playing more rambunctiously with my kids.
I will be trying my darndest to fill up on veggies and fruit rather than making my usual beeline for the french bread. Oh, how I adore carbs. I live on carbs. Carbs are my friend. See what I mean? I have a problem. Being a passionate follower of the “no carb left behind” diet shows quite distinctly in my ever-expanding derriere. It’s time for change. But instead of saying no to carbs, I’m simply boycotting the more refined side of the show and incorporating more of what we already eat: whole wheat varieties and other complex carbs. Filling up on the good, so there’s less room for the less healthy stuff.
While the combination of pregnancy or nursing {for the past 4 years straight} has done atrocious {and permanent} things to my body and skin {and “the girls”}, the stunning effects my loin-fruit have had on my heart far outweigh those factors. But… the truth remains: I long to feel comfortable in my skin, to feel good in my clothes, and yes…even to feel confident in my birthday suit {and seeing confidence has a huge effect on how frequently I want to “wear” this suit, my husband surely appreciates this effort}.
I’m excited. I need this in so many ways. I crave the self-control and discipline I feel every time I do something like this. The practice of setting aside a dedicated portion of time to focus on self-discipline/health/spiritual growth has – without fail – brought about {exciting} change in my life. I hesitate to label it a “fast” when I haven’t felt a distinct spiritual urge to do this, but seeing I do firmly believe we’re spiritual beings made in the image of an awesome Creator, it most certainly is a form of fasting.
Yes. 100 is a totally random number of days during a completely random time of the year. But I’m quirky like that, and I love a challenge. I do ‘extreme’ pretty well. So there you have it!
Ruth. Rebecca. Lisa. 3 gals who will be joining me on this adventure {in whatever capacity they feel led; 100 days of giving up something that’s unhealthy, or 100 days of incorporating something that is healthy}. Want to join us? Let me know via the comments section and we’ll lock shields and forge on together. Then you can simply check back in on the progress by clicking the little green 100 day button at the far right of the menu bar. See it?
Bring on healthy.
But. In celebration of my last day ingesting sugar…I took the kiddos out for mini ice-cream cones; in order of appearance: Bug’s, Mine, Cricket’s.
My baby sister and I sat in the hot tub last night chatting about our goals and aspirations for these 100 days. We’re pumped. We’re motivated. We’re thankful for the accountability we have in each other…and are ready to change the world.
Or at least our eating habits and waistlines. But it’s a start.