I have worked very hard over the past year to finally, for the first time in my life to be fit.Â I still have a way to go, but I am in the best shape of my life.Â I eat well, I exercise and am very conscious about what I do with my body.
It was all going very well, but then I went on vacation.Â I felt good.Â I didn’t eat great, but it wasn’t as bad I would have eaten a year ago.Â I got a few workouts in, not as many as I wanted, but a few in over the two weeks I was out.Â I actually felt like I maintained my current weight.
When I got home I weighed myself and I had gained eight pounds! Eight flipping pounds!Â I could not even believe that.Â I didn’t feel like I was eight pounds heavier.Â I thought a pound or two but eight, are you kidding me.
So here I am now writing this blog on my lunch break drowning my sorrows in a bowl of broccoli.Â Oh how I miss all that fried fish I was eating in Florida.
Over the past year, and with this incident, I have learned how important fitness is to us, especially as nurses.Â I have discovered that nurses are with their bodies like a mechanic with a broken down car or the carpenter with unfinished projects around their house.Â We help people heal their bodies and teach them how to make themselves healthy, but we eat terrible, some of smoke and drink and don’t practice what we preach.
I love the changes I have made in myself over the past year, and want to be an example to my patients, my family and especially my child by maintaining a healthy lifestyle.
Care to join me….or should I say re-join me?