I’ve never been the person who was all day-after-new-year’s at the gym gung ho. I was always the one who’d been at the gym all along, looking at all the suckers who would likely only be there for a month or two before giving up on their dreams. I was the one who waited anxiously for these people to just get it over with already, so the gym could go back to its less crowded regularness. Not this year though; NOPE! This year I was there bright and early on First Monday. I was one of those suckers. I don’t know how that actually happened, BTW, but my gym time plummeted over the last 6 months from 4 times a week to 3 and then 2, and then to driving by in the morning and deciding to grab an extra large coffee and coming home instead, to finally just saying “Fuck it! It’s too damn cold!” and keeping my ass in bed. I told myself it would be easier once I was working from home and I fooled myself in to believing there was nothing wrong with what I was doing. I fooled myself in to believing that I was still somehow going to the gym….I did make it, um ….
Cut to day 2 of Resolution Sara and my ass is dragging. And I haven’t even started back in on weights yet. Thankfully I seem to have not lost any endurance, but the physical aspect of getting up and going again is taking a toll. As soon as I lay down last night, I was out cold (and this is not me at all..it take me sometimes HOURS to fall asleep). And a few hours later, I woke up shivering uncontrollably and ice cold and could feel my blood rushing through my veins; my metabolism all like ‘WTF lady??”. I also had to pee like you wouldn’t believe thanks to the 60oz of water I consumed yesterday.
So yeah…oh! I was talking about resolutions. Mine need to be broad otherwise I feel like they are weighing me down. And pressure stops me from doing anything at all.
Make a Consistent Effort to Work Out: I will get up and go to the gym in the morning if it kills me. And I will remind myself that Hub asking me whether or not I went is not actually him saying “GO!! GO!! OR I WILL FEED YOU TO WOLVES!!” or putting any sort of pressure on me. He is asking legitimate questions. That is all. Maybe I’ll do that Total Body Boot Camp crap. But maybe I won’t. But even if it’s kicking a soccer ball outside with the kids, I will be working out.
Drink Water: This seems like a no-brainer, and it really is. It’s not even that I drink pop or juice or anything. It’s that I forget to drink throughout the day. I’ll suck down my coffee in the morning, have a few sips of water with lunch, and a few with dinner, plus when I swallow my pills at night, and that’s it.
Count Calories: Not in the sense of “I only get 1200 calories for the day” but more so as a way of keeping track of what I am putting in my mouth. Keeping me accountable.
Cook More from Scratch: We eat a lot of Hamburger Helper type meals. I’m not saying that we’ll remove them completely from our repertoire, but seriously, how hard can it be to throw together some noodles and meat and sauce with some fresh, never dried, and low sodium ingredients.
Tell Hub When I Need Alone Time: Or if I need to sleep in etc. Instead of gritching around that I NEVER get any time without the blasted kids hanging off of me, or I NEVER get any sleep, I will simply ask.
Spend More One on One time with Each of the Kids: Hub and I are real good for splitting up: Girls with girls, boys with boys (in the words of my Lucy). I rarely do things with just one of the kids, especially Bud. Granted Bud doesn’t want to do things like go to the grocery store with me anymore, but I need to try harder to give each of them their own special time.
Well, that’s a hardy list now, isn’t it?