That's all... what a day. I liked the idea of making a few changes here and there as Summer 2011 began. You know, incorporating tiny little changes - hardly noticeable - and see what happens. Making a couple of major changes a few weeks ago have seemed to get off to a nice and steady start: Attending week-day church services each morning specifically to create an "I can" attitude and eating healthier because I don't like feeling horribly ill and not being able to do anything about it, like go to emergency room. On Tuesday, it hit me... the idea that time had come for change. Real change. First thing, add music back into my life. So being first day of Summer, I took a quick mental inventory of favorite summertime tunes. Smooth by Santana stood out; listened to it several times throughout the day. Love that song. I even had my son dig out the one Santana cd I own to have in the car to listen to on my Wednesday morning drive to church. Next day, I rock n' rolled to church with music blaring, replaying Game of Love; singing loud and proud. I felt great.
Now, with my recent weight issue (not to mention breathing, moving, sleeping) I thought I could do better than 1/2 hour evening walks, so I decided to re-visit South Beach to help alleviate concern that I may be well into living with full-blown diabetes. Back in the day when we had health insurance coverage and proper managed medical care, Autumn (our previous health care provider) told me to do South Beach because I was "this close" to being pre-diabetic. I stopped to buy the meal plan book on my way back home from the doctor office visit, followed the plan, lost 30lbs and felt like a million bucks after a month. So Tuesday, I thought what the hell, let's do it! And, I'm off to a great start. Weight-scale reads nicely already. It also helps that funds are available to purchase decent dinner items to prepare.
I was totally appreciating the little spring in my step which developed as a result of these minor changes, but... I forgot... it all catches up with me if I "over-do it." What constitutes "over-doing it" - nearly anything. Being sensitive to light, daybreak this morning awoke me at the most undesirable hour: 5:43! I was awake, but could barely move. Good thing I was able to fall back to sleep; too deep into sleep, because I missed my alarm to get up in time for church. So I missed mass for the first time in two and a half weeks - pain and stiffness throughout my body told me it was just not meant to be today. Good thing though, I was able to go out for a dog food run with my girl and boy and shop for tonight's dinner later in the day. We listened to my favorite Bridget Jones Diary 1&2 soundtrack tunes and they let me sing at the top of my lungs. It was good.
Hoping I remember to tone things down a bit tomorrow, so that I don't further tailspin health-wise just because I'm trying to have fun again. Must keep things in check if change is to be positive... and on-going. Oh, and the other change I like: wearing dresses... okay, one dress - the only one that fits... but that'll change too. Later.