Okay today I will get up...soon...and exercise. It will be good, really. I am amazed at how often I believe that I have the capacity to recreate myself. Seriously after half a century I should know better. It amazes me how often I am willing to begin anew.
This holiday season has been tough. I drink too much wine and eat too much junk. It is not the empty calories in my glass of wine (well two) that I worry about as much as my "wine attitude". The one that says "hey look chex mix: healthy, low calorie (says so on my low fat bag) ...tomorrow we will work out hard". Oh and then I have that "who cares anyway" conversation. Hell I worked my whole life to look good, from my 30's and into my early 40's I ran everyday, everyday four to five miles. So eat the chex mix...dig for those fat filled peanuts!
Okay well today I am going to try and work out, fight my cold off with some sweat. I will hurt, my hip (the big excuse for not running anymore) will hurt, I will take ibuprofen and best of all: Believe that tomorrow I will actually do it again.
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This sounds familiar to me. I have been losing and gaining the same five pounds all year, and I need/want to lose 15. With the wine, and holiday treats, I'm not getting there anytime soon. I really need to try harder, because I'm not feeling good about myself.
ReplyDeleteI know it is crazy. My whole world was blown up with my father passing away on Monday...so when things go wrong in my life...I cook! I spent the whole darn week feeding people and cooking. I need a buddy to keep me honest...stay with me on this one!
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