I’ve started wondering about looking into life coaching. Not just getting a life coach, which is something I have previously considered, but actually how to become one. I’m fascinated by the coaching process (as you can tell by the number of books I’ve consumed on the journey to find peace with food), and there’s a small part of me that wonders if it’s something that I would be good at myself and could incorporate into creating my ideal life. But there’s also a second big reason for my curiosity – reading books by coaches, and getting actual coaching sessions would be ace .... but what if I could take it one step further and learn how to coach myself??
It would give me constant access to the resources I need to improve myself, and in understanding the process behind it, maybe I can take it one step further and build it into a deeper way to constantly, gently, evolve my life.
My frustration with work is currently more obvious than ever. Things annoy me more quickly and I can feel that I’m not quite taking it as seriously as I should for something that is such a big part of my life (like last week when I got warned by colleagues that my boss has been taking credit for my work and down-playing what I do, and I couldn’t help but laugh even though as a contractor life can be precarious). As much as there are aspects of business that I love and really enjoy, it’s becoming clearer and clearer to me that I need something more in my career to keep me satisfied. And what if coaching part-time could be an answer to that. Creating my own coaching environment and space and getting the satisfaction of actually helping people in a tangible one-to-one way.
Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself and this will be another flash-in-the-pan idea that fizzles out just a few weeks down the line, but it’s an exciting possibility to follow, and the first time I’ve genuinely considered the prospect of doing something outside the financial sphere.
Eating-wise – it’s a bit blah right now. I decided to do a weigh in this morning, and I was bit up. I felt like I was a bit up before I stood on the scales so it came as no surprise, and curiously I didn’t feel guilty, or bad about it, or beat myself up. I just accepted it. Having put on another lb or two I’m probably the heaviest I’ve been for a good while – I think since 2009 when I first lost the weight, but I’m still a good 2 stone off where I started. But also 2 stone up from my lightest now. However, I’m also far more relaxed and accepting, and I feel like my eating is taking another change in direction.
Since I mentioned it last week, my inclination is definitely starting to come back round to more wholesome, properly cooked food. I’m starting to crave soups and pasta, protein at breakfast and less bread. Certain types of sugary food are starting to seem a lot less satisfying and I’m more conscious of what fuels me well, and what leaves me with a energy slump half an hour later.
The weekend was gloriously relaxing as I was in the Gower near beautiful Port Einon. My friend Jo and I did a 10 mile walk along the cliffs from Rhosilli back to the house, marvelling at the scenery along the way and enjoying a picnic, cake and ice creams at various points. We watched bits of the Euros and Wimbledon, played cards and pool at the house and sunbathed on the beach on Sunday .... it was heaven and such much-needed downtime after the last few weeks. I’m also re-reading the Harry Potter series and I’m totally addicted again!