Fifty days ago I started a journey to change my lifestyle to eat better, lose weight and get fit. I thought I knew what wellness was. I thought it’s knowing how to relax, finding the time to feel good, feel calm and rejuvenated, sleeping well, being at peace. Blah blah. I was wrong.
I was swimming in the pool at home two days ago. My body felt fantastic. It actually felt like I could feel the broccoli and spinach in my blood (from adding so much greens to my meals haha). I have dropped 8.2kg in 51 days, so I’m lighter (and I can feel it). I am fitter and stronger from working out regularly with my PT doing full body workouts, doing extra cardio myself, beginner hiking and swimming. I thought I was sleeping well before but I sleep so much better now. I feel my sleep is deeper, restorative and I feel so rested and rejuvenated when I wake up. My skin is better (pores look smaller), clearer and glowing more. I feel mentally focused, stronger, more positive and happy. I feel proud of myself for consistently making good choices, even though it’s a struggle sometimes, but I’m doing it!
So as I was swimming, just after an intense workout, my body was exhausted but refreshed in the icy morning water, sun on my face, feeling strong, my mind relaxed. I was breathing in the fresh, Spring morning air and I just felt it. Wellness. This was wellness. Being physically strong, mentally strong, eating foods that nourish my body, resting and relaxed (swimming is highly relaxing for me) and feeling happy and content. It shocked me how ignorant I had been in the past; thinking I was some wellness enthusiast just because I could sleep well and relax. I was fooling myself. I didn’t know it; but now that I do I just can’t go back to that ignorant mindset and unhealthy lifesetyle
Being fit and healthy, being able to work out, eat the right foods to strengthen your body is a gift. You feel better inside and out. It affects your body and your mind.
I must admit, it’s been a tough journey to change my lifestyle. I have had some bad weeks if you read my food diary posts, but I’m half way there and not stopping now. Here’s to another 50 days.