I decided at the beginning at the month to not drink any alcohol for the remainder of January. Not that I’m a big drinker but I do love wine and margaritas and then there was that chocolate martini I had New Year’s Eve. Chocolate and vodka? I am SO THERE! I’ve also cut back to one cup of coffee in the mornings and I’m having organic tea if I still need a little hot buzz of a drink.
Any way, I have lost a little weight (fluctuating between 2 and 3 pounds) but it dawned on me this week that if I don’t get off my bloggy butt I will have been abstaining for naught. And that? Would be so sad.
I am not an exercise mama. I detest going to the gym. I am amazed that I actually went to a kickboxing class before I got pregnant with Miss A and that I signed up for a hip hop dance class last summer. You’ve got to keep me amused if you’re going to get me exercising. I’ll give credit to my mama’s genes that I am no in worse shape than I am. I’ve always been able to get away with eating whatever I want and I was downright skinny in high school but don’t remind me how LONG ago high school was. I’m reminded every time I log on to Facebook and mistake old scanned photos of myself for a Winger video extra.
Any way, once you hit 35 or so the ole metabolism starts to plummet of the face of the Earth and you can no longer get away with eating a half gallon of queso and two baskets of chips at your favorite Mexican joint. This week I’ve started working in some walks and I walked 3 miles yesterday (once by myself and once being pulled around the neighborhood by our dog Jack.) And then this morning I decided to jog every 10th mailbox for a minute or two on a 2-mile route. I made a little game out of it and it wasn’t too bad.
Now I’m sitting here working at my desk and eating lowfat cottage cheese and granola.
This sucks. I don’t know how you healthy people do it.