Hello September, Hello Whole30
As Fall approaches, I find myself reflecting on the past year and making plans for the next one.
I have always felt that the year passes from September to September, rather than January to January, for three reasons.
My birthday is at the start of September, so I am quite literally beginning a new year of life as the leaves turn color and fall from their trees.
Nearly 20 years of my life were dedicated to school, which always started back up again in September, after a lazy, hazy summer.
January is smack dab in the dead of winter, and the lack of weather variability leaves me grumpy and unmotivated. Conversely, September is the start of the changing season. It starts getting colder and the days grow shorter, and as a result, I grow happier.
In less than a week I will be 23. There’s nothing particularly special about age 23. I can already drive, I can already drink. I can’t yet rent a car, but for all other intents and purposes, I’m pretty much a full-grown adult. Gone are the days of whining, “I don’t know what I’m doing with my life!” By now, I’m supposed to have it at least partially figured out. But I don’t. And I’m learning that no one really does.
My limited time as an Official Adult™ has so far taught me that everyone is, essentially, a chicken running around with its head cut off. None of us knows what we’re really doing with our lives. None of us really has a good handle on our finances. We all overeat, we all watch too much Netflix, and we all tell ourselves, “Today is the day I get my shit together!” every time Monday comes around.
I tell myself every damn week that I’m going to be healthy. I’m going to eat better. I’m going to get in shape. I’m going to stop snacking on carbs and stop overeating when I get the munchies. I’m going to wake up early and workout before work. I’m going to walk to the grocery store, and take the stairs to my apartment.
Of course, nine times out of ten, none of these things happen. So, the next step as an Official Adult™ is figuring out how to make them happen—how to follow through on my goals.
I know what I want my life to look like.
I know what I want my body to look like.
I know what I need to do to make both a reality.
Which is why my 23rd year is going to be a year of change and growth.
This September, I am tackling the Whole30 (and then I’m joining a gym).
I’ve been wanting to complete the Whole30 for SO. LONG. I’ve had a number of friends do it and tell me how much they've loved it. They’ve all completed it feeling proud of themselves, feeling healthier, and—let’s be frank—looking slimmer.
I need a reset, and Whole30 is the perfect opportunity. I’m hoping it helps me kick my old, unhealthy habits and develop new, healthier ones. (Plus, I’m doing it with a friend, which will help me stay on track! Can you say meal prep?)
Then, I’m going to start attending classes at a local gym, DharmaCycle Yoga, which offers barre, yoga, and cycling classes. (My three favorite types of workouts!)
I’m hoping that the combination of healthier, whole foods + regular activity turns my life around a little. Because at the end of the day, I just want to like what I see when I look in the mirror. I want to feel confident when I take pictures with friends. I want my clothes to fit me. I want to feel healthy and alive, like I can take on the world.
23 is a young age, and I’ve got a whole lot of life left to live. Cheers to it!