Sunday, May 16, 2010
There comes a time (about once a month), where I say to myself, “I have splurged enough. It is time to get SERIOUS.” I am talking about losing weight, moving around more, and feeling healthier overall. The whole she-bang. Don’t we all put ourselves through the striving-for-perfection thing at least several times a year?
There is something about this time of year, isn’t there? The kids are out playing, the grass is green, and the birds are chirping. The sunshine interacts with the vitamin D and shoos the seasonal depression right out of our dormant selves. I start to feel like, maybe I will really exercise a bit because I WANT to, and maybe I will really stop eating when I feel satisfied because that is a smart decision in regards to long-term payoffs vs. short-term payoffs (The short-term payoff being, holy shit this pasta doused in the naughty cream sauce was made especially for me and is one step away from heaven, so I better eat the whole entire thing dammit. Yes, that would be the short-term pay-off.)
There is also something about this time of year too, where a potluck or barbeque is around every corner with a festive feeling in the air. A feeling of celebration and indulgence. Me like indulgence. Ohh, it is rough, but I've got to try.
So I have decided to contemplate this fresh commitment to better health with some warm bean and cheese dip and Tostitos. It is fabulous. I am writing. My son is playing at the sink contentedly. I stop every sentence or so for a snack of nasty yummy. Do not lose hope for me, people. I will figure this out sometime. (Maybe say a few prayers for me.) I will start tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day…