“The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing” –Walt Disney
Today I break silence and begin the journey. I sat at my desk last week before Christmas—it was 8:00 pm and a virtual ghost town across the entire office. As I got in the car to drive home, I had flashbacks to several months earlier, when the late-night drive home was from the Cambridge School of Culinary Arts, after a 4-hour intro to cooking class. Those drives home were spent wishing I could find more opportunities to tune out the noise of work and channel my energy into an outlet that truly fueled my real passions.
It isn’t that I don’t enjoy working with numbers all day, it is that I let the numbers, the managing, the organizing, and the reviewing run away like a freight train earlier on in my career. I remember 2 years into my career when co-workers boasted about working 80-90 hours a week; seeking imaginary badges of honor. As I progressed professionally, it became harder and harder to see how having it all would be feasible. But having it all wasn’t exactly the problem—it was having anything at all, outside of work.
The byproduct of this extreme—nearly 20 additional unneeded, unwanted and tiring pounds, countless gray hairs (masked my frequent visits to my fabulous hair stylist), many wrinkles (also masked by equally frequent visits to my aesthetician), and reminders from family and friends about missed visits, phone calls, emails, etc.
The proposed “fix” for this extreme—carving out time during the work week for at least homemade meal and participate in at least 4 sweat sessions a week, 1 of which will be with my amazing, but brutal trainer.
My goal is to use Foodgawker.com to inspire me to use the many organic vegetables and fruits I have delivered to work each Wednesday. It looks like this week’s delivery will contain rutabaga—we will see what gourmet ideas are generated after assessing this ingredient.
As a former collegiate athlete, I was stubborn enough to think I knew what it took to get back into shape and motivate myself—what I ended up learning after 9 years of many failed attempts: I’m not an expert and Self magazine can only go so far—I finally swallowed my pride and hired the help of a personal trainer. Over the last few weeks he has challenged me and shown me how to regain confidence at the dreaded gym.
Food for thought—what inspirations have you used to kick start your lifestyle change?