I know I’ve mentioned that I haven’t gained any weight in the last year (golf clap), but I never really said just how high my pre-pandemic poundage was. And trust me… it was high. The comforting carbs, savory slices, and salty snacks just seemed to soothe my soul. I went from having a trainer three times a week to barely having the determination to core an apple. How does that even happen??
When I’m in the workout mode and being disciplined fuels my day, I can’t even summon the taste of a burger with fries and a shake. When I fall off the wagon, I can’t imagine that I ever lifted a weight in my life and make plans to visit Shake Shack that very day. This seems manic. So I did a little research and found out that I’m… wait for it… human! We go through cycles of being committed, seeing results and being excited, to periods of depression, lethargy and calorie consumption as comfort.
In the process of celebrating self-acceptance, I’d very much like to have an outfit to wear to that ceremony but sadly at the moment, nothing fits. So I’m long overdue to take a long look in the frig and make some healthier choices, cause the only thing that seems to be thinning is my hair. (Getting older just sucks.) I also know that it’s 90% what you eat and 10% moving your butt. I’ve got the 10% down I think, so only 90% to go!
My Mom, always the supporter, says that when you’re ready to do it, you will. So I find myself pacing at the start line, sort of the watch and wait approach, not exactly sure that I can commit to the starting gun. You know that hilarious saying, “My New Year’s resolution was to lose 20 pounds this year… only 25 to go!” I’m feeling a little like that quote about now, Mom.
Katharine Parker to Tess McGill in Working Girl: “Who makes it happen Tess?”
Tess back to Katharine: “I do. I make it happen.“
As the world reopens and we will see each other from head to toe again and not just shoulders and above, I’m trying to find the motivation to be healthier and step away from the goodies. I will just have to grin and bear it, as I’m chopping another lovely kale salad for lunch. (God I hope I didn’t have any stuck between my teeth for my last Zoom call!)
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