The past few months have been somewhat transformative for me. I've made some complicated lifestyle changes, one at a time, and have now rolled them all together into something I'm actually happy with.
My diet has completely changed. I'm swapping out the rice and noodles on my plate with a second serving of vegetables more often than not, and the number of times I eat at fast food-style places had decreased dramatically. I'm going more fruit and yogurt at breakfast, salads at lunch, and usually something I've prepared on the grill with dinner. It's far from a perfect diet, but wildly different from my previous behaviors.
I'm more active in the mornings now, due largely to my physical therapy. The simple exercises from PT were easy enough to replicate at home that I just started doing them with my morning routine.
Finally, I've cut out soda and energy drinks entirely, which was complicated for me as I generally dislike coffee and thought I relied on caffeine to start my day. Turns out that was nonsense, as I'm eleven days without an energy drink and wake up just fine in the mornings.
None of these changes were complicated on their own, but combined I feel a lot better about myself. Maybe more important is that I recognize how gross I feel when I wander away from these things. I feel it when I've had nothing but pizza for dinner or if I miss my simple exercises in the morning. It's encouraging that I can feel I'm on the right path.
I told myself a while back that I wouldn't weigh myself until I had managed a complete lifestyle change. The scale represents a goal-oriented data point, and my biggest failure in the past was looking for loopholes to game that data point. I'd be lying to myself and pretending to feel great about an imaginary accomplishment, and when reality in the form of a bacon double cheeseburger finally broke that illusion I'd just give up and tell myself I'd exercise more once my arm healed or once my leg got better.
No excuses now, though. On to phase two.