Uh huh- just one more day of 2010 and one more day of dealing with one of my many bad habits. You know what I mean! I can’t possibly be the only one out there with big plans to begin a New Year’s diet and try to lose some weight, can I? I have a plan for 2011. I’m gonna start slow and attempt to get off some of the “middle age spread” that has taken over my body. And if I begin with the attitude that “Rome wasn’t built in one day,” then perhaps I won’t be discouraged if I fall by the wayside and resort to my old ways. I bet more than a few of you know are familiar with the following imagined scenario -
You start the first day of your diet with a big bang! You select all the right things for your meals and snacks from the classifications on the food pyramid. You drink the recommended eight+ glasses of water. You work out to that 30 Day Shred DVD that you bought yourself in anticipation of your resolution and promise yourself you’re going to do it faithfully every morning before you start off the day.
And you do it all the right way…. For about a week.
Then you find yourself in the throes of hunger and tell yourself that just one teenie tiny piece of an Esther Price caramel pecan couldn’t possibly hurt. You’ve been good for several days in a row. You DESERVE a treat! So you pop that piece of chocolate candy into your mouth and savor it slowly. But you can’t just stop at one. You have another, and another, and before you know it- half the box that cost you $15 is gone!
So when lunch time rolls around and you’re feeling really guilty for having eaten all that chocolate, you sit down to a healthy turkey sandwich on skinny bread, an apple, and a serving of carrots and broccoli.
But because all that food didn’t quite fill you up, you add in a couple handfuls of potato chips and wash everything down with an ice cold can of Coke.
In an attempt to make up for that nasty fall from grace at lunchtime, you work out that night with another dose of Jillian and her Biggest Loser trainer mentality. You’re so sore when you finish the routine that your legs wobble as you walk up the stairs to bed. You dose yourself with a couple of ibuprofen and a nice warm rub of Ben-Gay and you smell so medicinal that the husband leaves the room. Heck- even YOU are having trouble with the fumes.
You finally fall asleep, exhausted from lack of food and the pain of aching muscles. But you wake up early the next morning and start your new routine all over again!
How do I know what has been happening in this little scenario?
Don’t laugh… It’s not imagined! I started my resolution a week early. I’m so sore that it hurts to bend over to put on my socks; my stomach rumbles because it’s empty; and I’m floating to the bathroom all the darn time.
But I’m starting slow….
Happy New Year
to all my blogging friends!
and may you have good luck with all YOUR resolutions……