My husband, who is better than me at everything (and if you don’t believe me, ask him) made an announcement this morning. He looked at me and said, “I know you’re not going to want to hear this, but I didn’t gain one pound over the holiday season.” He announced this as he was eating a bite of chocolate. The ensuing conversation went like this;
“Really?” (I asked)
“Yep.” (he is extremely pleased with himself)
“Can you hand me the ice cream? (I figured why the hell not)
I mean, what was he expecting? Was I supposed to jump up and down and cheerlead his non weight gaining victory while he knew very clearly I am about to embark on a 50 pound weight loss journey? Yeah, okay. That’s why he said he knew I didn’t want to hear it.
So I have done what every other well intentioned dieter has done before me. I have set forth to getting rid of all the food in the house that I consider to be non diet. How am I doing this you ask? Well, I am on the last Hoorah. I am cleaning house and eating it too. Yessir. It will all be gone and done with by Tuesday, for this is the big day that I have dubbed the beginning. Day one. Only 3 more days to go.
As I set out on my venture, I am riddled with well wishes and advice. I love the open forum that blogging has opened for me. I have gotten recipes and tips for staying on track…exactly what I was hoping for. I have also gotten some small lectures in the way of ‘quit making excuses and know that it is hard for all of us’ in a buck-up, well meaning sort of way, as well as ‘you should try jazzercise’ from a long time friend just recently reconnected.
It’s the final countdown, and as much as the days of old shall be missed, I am cautiously moving into the new year with dim hope that somehow life in 2009 will be different. That friend I mentioned before…the jazzercise enthusiast, shared with me that she is living her bliss after having carefully orchestrated a plan and carrying it out to it’s fulfillment. That sounds simple enough, right? Now if I can just get out of my own way….