When it comes to fitness and getting into shape, there are many measures of success. For example, it could be the number on the scale, a change in the percentage of body fat, or the waist to hip ratio.
For me, this year, the best indicator of my success is that I now wear the same make and style of jeans that I wore at the beginning of 2014, but three sizes smaller.
I guess you can say that I walked my butt off. Having hit the pavement for 3800 kilometers and having biked for another 1400 kilometers, plus severely restricting my simple carb consumption along with alcohol, I think I may have finally figured out what works for me.
Move more. Eat better.
Not all that difficult to do, but I had to get out of denial. I had to drop my belief that since I went to the gym regularly, I could eat whatever I wanted, when I wanted. As well, I had to admit that my moderate alcohol consumption was sabotaging my efforts to get into good shape.
Sometimes the most difficult part of making transformative change is coming clean with our dysfunctional behavior, especially when the behavior in question brings considerable pleasure as eating bread, pasta, and pastries and drinking alcohol most certainly do.
It's not that I can no longer eat my favorite foods and drink my favorite wine; it's just that I can only partake once in a while, one cheat meal and one glass of wine per week.
I can live with that. In fact, I will live longer with a better quality of life if I just keep on keeping on with what I am doing.