I just really don't do New Year's Resolutions. How sad is it that I have to admit that I'm not big on setting goals, mainly because of the fear of failure. Must be something to do with being a passive-aggressive personality (according to some of my children). I don't know, but whatever the reason, I've already failed myself in that regard.
My son-in-law, Marco, challenged me to give up Diet Coke and any and all artificially sweetened drinks for the months of January. It's has been 21 days since the big DC nectar has passed these chapped lips. I also finally decided that I was tired of being overly fluffy (aka overweight) and rejoined Weight Watchers. Yeah, it's only taken me six years of living in New Jersey to decide that this is where I'm living, my husband is always going to be in some work or church position that keeps him more away from home than in it, and I can't eat my way out of discontent.
So, for not setting goals, I'm working on two biggies. Well, one biggie, as in the poundage, and the Diet Coke, which shouldn't be a biggie, but kinda is. I have to say, it's amazing what losing 6lbs. in two weeks will allow one to do. I used to paint my own toe nails all the time, but for the last year have not and instead relied on a sweet friend or a local mani-pedi place to help me out. Nothing like a belly getting all scrunched up and making you breathless to have to relinquish having perpetually perfectly painted piggies. I painted my own piggies this past week , a lovely pink, my favorite color. That’s right, with just six unwanted pounds down the drain, you TOO can have pretty appendages! It made me happy, in case you couldn’t tell.
I am actually a lifetime member of Weight Watchers and kept off a considerable amount of unwanted weight for nigh on twenty years. Then we began the process of moving across country. For six months we were a separated family, bi-coastal, different cultures, different ways of living, and it was beyond stressful. Between late night runs to visit Karen's friends at our favorite (and greatly missed place), stressing about selling our house and having Kris gone
for what seemed FOR. EV.ER., old friends returned to hips and thighs.
Then came the actual change of address, getting lost just about every time we left the house and then having Kris become bishop of our ward, the poundage made its way up the body. Before you could say, "Animal style, hold the pickles" it was 2013 and way, way, way, weigh too much was added to the fluffy frame.
Deciding to lose weight 'for reals' isn't something you just take on one day and succeed at. It's a definite mind game and an inner strength that just makes one have the ability to say, "I can do this now. I am ready and I shall succeed." That, and having to buy a bigger pair of jeans, not being able to easily scale the gates put up for wandering grandchildren, and not wanting to see my silhouette. So I signed up for online accountability. Amazing what having to pay to record what gets shoved in the old cake hole will do for motivation.
I realized that what I done over the last six years was give up my old habits of things like not eating mashed potatoes (I just eat them plainly boiled), not eating any desserts unless it was something chocolate and only on weekends, not eating ice-cream (only non-fat frozen yogurt) and of course, PORTION CONTROL! I also reacquainted myself with cheese, 2% milk and gravy. Lots and lots of gravy.
One has to realize that undertaking all the bad habits of the past results in an even high price the older you get. This time around, and almost twenty years older, menopausal, not nearly as active and miserable, the weight shows up around the face, on and under the arms. Everything flabs and flails. Joints hurt, sagging is predominant and sweat is never ending. It's just NOT a pretty sight or a comfortable existence. In order to reverse all of that I took the leap.
My folks are getting older too, almost 84 and 80, my grandkids are increasing in age and number and I need to be able to take care of and keep up with all and sundry. I don't want to be the grunting, sweating, waddling Nana. I want to be the fun, get down on the floor (and be able to get up), dance in the kitchen Nana. I can't be unhealthy and take care of my parental units, especially if they end up being bedridden and totally reliant on me.
I'm excited for February 1st to savor the bubbly, cold Diet Coke I shall celebrate with. But there will be new rules. I am not going to be consuming the liquid 24/7. Not that I did before, but I did drink way more than has to be healthy. I love Zero Water and regular water (we have GREAT water here in our little borough) so I'll be good to go. I shall reserve the DC for out-of-the-house.
Maybe another non-resolution I can make is to record more of the daily goings on in my life. We shall see. I can't be overly good at doing this kind of thing or Marco will start asking me to make other 'deals' with him. I don't wanna do that!
My son-in-law, Marco, challenged me to give up Diet Coke and any and all artificially sweetened drinks for the months of January. It's has been 21 days since the big DC nectar has passed these chapped lips. I also finally decided that I was tired of being overly fluffy (aka overweight) and rejoined Weight Watchers. Yeah, it's only taken me six years of living in New Jersey to decide that this is where I'm living, my husband is always going to be in some work or church position that keeps him more away from home than in it, and I can't eat my way out of discontent.
So, for not setting goals, I'm working on two biggies. Well, one biggie, as in the poundage, and the Diet Coke, which shouldn't be a biggie, but kinda is. I have to say, it's amazing what losing 6lbs. in two weeks will allow one to do. I used to paint my own toe nails all the time, but for the last year have not and instead relied on a sweet friend or a local mani-pedi place to help me out. Nothing like a belly getting all scrunched up and making you breathless to have to relinquish having perpetually perfectly painted piggies. I painted my own piggies this past week , a lovely pink, my favorite color. That’s right, with just six unwanted pounds down the drain, you TOO can have pretty appendages! It made me happy, in case you couldn’t tell.
I am actually a lifetime member of Weight Watchers and kept off a considerable amount of unwanted weight for nigh on twenty years. Then we began the process of moving across country. For six months we were a separated family, bi-coastal, different cultures, different ways of living, and it was beyond stressful. Between late night runs to visit Karen's friends at our favorite (and greatly missed place), stressing about selling our house and having Kris gone
for what seemed FOR. EV.ER., old friends returned to hips and thighs.
Then came the actual change of address, getting lost just about every time we left the house and then having Kris become bishop of our ward, the poundage made its way up the body. Before you could say, "Animal style, hold the pickles" it was 2013 and way, way, way, weigh too much was added to the fluffy frame.
Deciding to lose weight 'for reals' isn't something you just take on one day and succeed at. It's a definite mind game and an inner strength that just makes one have the ability to say, "I can do this now. I am ready and I shall succeed." That, and having to buy a bigger pair of jeans, not being able to easily scale the gates put up for wandering grandchildren, and not wanting to see my silhouette. So I signed up for online accountability. Amazing what having to pay to record what gets shoved in the old cake hole will do for motivation.
I realized that what I done over the last six years was give up my old habits of things like not eating mashed potatoes (I just eat them plainly boiled), not eating any desserts unless it was something chocolate and only on weekends, not eating ice-cream (only non-fat frozen yogurt) and of course, PORTION CONTROL! I also reacquainted myself with cheese, 2% milk and gravy. Lots and lots of gravy.
One has to realize that undertaking all the bad habits of the past results in an even high price the older you get. This time around, and almost twenty years older, menopausal, not nearly as active and miserable, the weight shows up around the face, on and under the arms. Everything flabs and flails. Joints hurt, sagging is predominant and sweat is never ending. It's just NOT a pretty sight or a comfortable existence. In order to reverse all of that I took the leap.
My folks are getting older too, almost 84 and 80, my grandkids are increasing in age and number and I need to be able to take care of and keep up with all and sundry. I don't want to be the grunting, sweating, waddling Nana. I want to be the fun, get down on the floor (and be able to get up), dance in the kitchen Nana. I can't be unhealthy and take care of my parental units, especially if they end up being bedridden and totally reliant on me.
I'm excited for February 1st to savor the bubbly, cold Diet Coke I shall celebrate with. But there will be new rules. I am not going to be consuming the liquid 24/7. Not that I did before, but I did drink way more than has to be healthy. I love Zero Water and regular water (we have GREAT water here in our little borough) so I'll be good to go. I shall reserve the DC for out-of-the-house.
Maybe another non-resolution I can make is to record more of the daily goings on in my life. We shall see. I can't be overly good at doing this kind of thing or Marco will start asking me to make other 'deals' with him. I don't wanna do that!
2 comments:
Good for you!! I drink FAR too much Diet Dr. Pepper for my own good. And pregnancy has made me "soft." Can I borrow some of your resolve?? :)
P.S I think you're beautiful!
Not drinking Diet Dr. Pepper and losing weight are always a goal of mine. I have not yet succeeded. I have too many excuses. Maybe you are the inspiration I need. (My entire family and in-laws coming to my house for Nate's farewell this summer doesn't seem to be...)
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