Of course, health issues hindered progress more times than not. You don’t know how deflating it can be to kill yourself with workouts for a month straight only to have your body gain 15 pounds . . . and not of muscle. Health issues can be so lovely, ya know.
With that said, now that all my health problems resolved (with about $72,000 in medical bills. Stupid health insurance!), it was time to admit to the realization that it was time to get serious about getting my body back on track.
It was time to find the determination and motivation to start a new habit. And to keep up with it.
In the past couple of years, I’ve tried the 21 Day Fix program I don’t know how many times. I always have this “I’m going to stick with it” attitude and about day three, I quit.
Every. Stinkin’. Time.
I’ve never liked working out. Not even for the measly 30 minutes this program takes. Seriously. It’s 30 minutes. A drop in the bucket in my day to day life, and yet, can I keep it up? Nope. Hate it. It’s never given me the “high”. I don’t feel good after I’m done and I don’t feel good during. I kept hearing people say, “Oh well, I didn’t like it either until I started, but then I grew to love it and now crave it.”
Yeah, that’s not me.
Or at least it wasn’t.
One thing to know about me is that I’ve never been one for fads or been one to be interested in “the next big diet” craze. I never jumped on board with Atkins (mostly because my love of carbs) or the HCG plan (mostly because I hate needles). I didn’t even look at Weight Watchers because I knew the points thing would drive me crazy. I’ve always thought that just a balanced diet and exercise would do the trick. I’m sure it does for some people; however, I’m coming to realize that I’m not one of them.
Being 38 (going on 39), a woman, and now a woman without a uterus, my uphill battle isn’t that of a 20-something with all her lady parts and the metabolism of a gazelle.
Not to mention, I have a serious food addiction.
So with that in mind, I thought the 21 Day program would help. Whole foods measured in cups certainly would keep me in line, right? Not to mention, when I got into the knit and grit of the plan, the amount of food I was allowed on a daily basis wasn’t hard to stick to at all. It was actually quite a lot. The difference was it was whole foods, fruits and vegetables, not junk.
Great! Sign me up! Oh wait, I forgot, I don’t like being told what to do.
Like clock work, no matter how many times I tried to get past that third day, no matter how many times I yelled at myself and gave myself that nice and not-so-nice pep talk, the sun would rise and my mind and body rebelled. Big time. Brownies, cookies, pasta, bacon, booze (which often led to binge eating a bag of Cheetos or several slices of my olive cheese bread). You name it, if I craved it, it was down the hatch.
Not to mention, I dreaded the workouts. Hated them, in fact. Even just as little as 30 minutes a day, I fought myself time and time again to get them done. No matter how many times I reached out to the beach body coach, no matter how many groups I joined to help motivate me, all it did was seem to push me down even further. I saw other people getting results and I was getting nowhere, which made me rebel even more.
It was a cycle, spinning around and around with no end in sight.
Or at least I didn’t think so. Little did I know, there was.
I’d been hearing about Plexus from different friends on Facebook for, oh I don’t know how long, a year, at least. I’d smile and read their posts as I secretly held a bit of jealousy of their before and after photos. I researched the stuff, and even looked into trying it a few times. However, the cost was a lot to swallow, and eventually, I’d go along my merry way, passing on the chance.
And then something happened.
I don’t really know what it was that made me hit rock bottom with my emotional state, but something in me snapped. The next thing I knew, my Plexus order was on it’s way and I couldn’t wait to get started.
It’s been 13 days so far and can I just say I love this pink drink! I have so much energy during the day, I’m not moody, and I feel great. While normally, the day to day grind of my to do list, coupled with screaming or fighting kids use to send me into a spiral of leaving me feeling as the worst mother on the planet. Not anymore. I feel so at peace and no matter what the kids do, I can’t seem to break the positivity I feel. All. Day. Long.
I don’t crave junk food and the diet part of the 21 Day Fix has been so easy to stick to (which I’ll admit, I struggled with before). I look at the kids Halloween candy and while my mind says it’s good, my body just shrugs it’s shoulders and says. “Eh, I don’t really want any.”
I actually look forward to and am enjoying doing the 21 Day Fix workouts (Yes, you read that right. I’m enjoying working out. GASP!), and last, but certainly not least, I haven’t slept this amazing in my entire life. I’d heard it helps you sleep, but to the extent I’ve experienced . . . I wasn’t expecting that. Plexus has been what I’ve needed for I don’t know how many years.
Is it for everyone?
That’s not really up to me. If you want to try it and use it, then good for you. If you don’t have any interest, then good for you. I’m certainly not going to tell you to do something you don’t want. Am I going to become one of their direct sellers? No. I’m doing this just for me. And I don’t really like selling stuff. My books are hard enough. I’m just here to tell you what I’ve gone though.
I will say, though, having to pay $75.00 a month for something is definitely motivation to get off my derriere and get to work. I’m not going to spend that kind of money, drink the stuff, and not do anything else.
In the last 13 days, I’ve lost X pounds. For someone who has always gone from a 3 pound loss to then a 4 pound gain in a day and back and forth, that’s a huge accomplishment. Will I drink this stuff forever? I’m not really sure right now. But, I am sure that until I reach my goal weight, and as long as I continue to sleep good, I will. And you can be sure I will stick with the 21 Day Fix program, too.