Like most people I know, I have certain addictions. Food in the form of cooking big dinners and fast food lunches with a few doughnut breakfasts and sodas all day long are my particular drug. Why? I mean, I don't feel great. I don't look great. I am tired and forgetful and it's no fun. I have set out to adjust this issue many, many times. I have won, to a certain degree, in earlier days. However, I am most certainly losing the battle right now. To a certain extent I am losing it by choice. So, today, July 6, 2009, 39 days to my 36th birthday, possibly 27 days to a move to the other side of the country, I am setting some new goals.
The first one is to eat clean. The first step to that is actually cleaning out the various food portals in our home. Make a plan and stick to it.
The second is to move. Walk. Dance with the kids. Get to the gym. MOVE HEATHER!
The third is to find motivation every day. Small things. Big things. One ounce, one pound, one motivation after another until I find myself in the middle of a successful run at living a healthy, active life.
I have seen two of my sisters work incredibly hard at this and win. They both look amazing. Seeing it in them proves to me that I have it in me to do it as well and that any supposed failure is simply my efforts to avoid the work that I know I must do. I have seen my neighbor Vicki lose what looks like 5o pounds, she looks incredible. In all the time that I have watched these ladies win their battle, doughnut and coke in hand, I could have been doing the same. Now, I didn't and that's ok. NO BRUTALITY HERE. There are a fair number of reasons to take better care of myself and my family. I know them and respect them. So, with my head held high and the motivation all around me, I am setting out to win every day. I may not win every day, but I will overcome. I want to be healthy...and dead sexy like my sisters, but who's counting!!!