New Year’s Recipe for Disaster

The most wonderful time of the year has come to an end. I love the holidays. Love. Them. I would decorate my Christmas tree the day the kids go back to school if I could do so without having the small-town-crazy-sqaud come after me – they’ve been itching to for years.

So, now that Christmas is over, it’s time for Round 1 of New Year’s Resolutions. (Round 2 is Lent, but we have 6 weeks before that begins.)

I never used to make diet, exercise or weight loss resolutions. I think they are a recipe for disaster. But, I stepped on the bathroom scale, and I am a disaster. Not because of the number that popped up on the digital readout – which is way too high. But because I know exactly how that number got there in the first place.

Am I close to my healthy weight? No.

Do I eat right? Hell no.

Do I exercise? Ah, hell no.

See. I am not in denial. I know better. I know how my weight got to where it is. I know that I am not in good shape, and I am not getting any younger – that hot flash last night made that abundantly clear.

So what am I going to do…

This year I am going to make the stinking resolutions. Get my eating under control. No more cookies for breakfast or mid morning snacks or afternoon snacks. And dang I love cookies.

I am going to make the stinking resolutions everyone else makes.

  • Eat better.
  • Exercise.
  • Lose weight.

What the Doctor Says

I have no clue what my doctor will say. I haven’t been to a doctor in about 8 years. Yes, you read that correctly.

My former physician no longer practices in this area, so I just stopped going. Not his fault, mind you. I just never bothered finding a new one.

So, I’m making an appointment this week, and I’ll take you along with me (not in person, ewww). But, you get what I mean. I’ll share all the messy steps of getting control of this 40+ year-old body.

Any Other Resolutions

I should make a resolution about cleaning my house or organizing my closets. I should, but we all know where that would lead. But, I will try.

Order in my life. Order in my health. Order at work… Can I do it. Not alone. But that’s why we’re here together.




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