I feel like I’ve been MIA for the past few weeks. Not that I’ve gone anywhere or anything. I’ve just, you know, been avoiding anything that could possibly remind me to “get fit” and “lose weight”…… including our fabulous fluff-buster.
So I’m fessing up. I’m RE-starting weight watchers tomorrow. Official weigh-in and everything. I’m a teensy bit scared. And that is currently the only teensy thing about me! gasp!
Meanwhile, I’ve been trying to resolve my resolutions. It’s a trying task you know. Because I’m not usually one to make resolutions. This is my first year, really. And some of the things I was thinking about just made me laugh because I KNOW they won’t stick.
“I’m going to go to the track at 5:00am” – unh-uh
“I’m going to stop drinking soda” – again, unh-uh. However, I WILL only get a small Dr. Pepper instead of the 44oz…. (And for those of you who know the depth of my dependency on this substance, this is a major feat. I ♥ Dr. Pepper.)
“I’m going to exercise daily” – it’s just not going to happen. Promise. I’ll exercise, sure. Daily? unlikely.
I did sign up for the Discovery Health Body Challenge. And I signed up with Mr. Hal Higdon so I could learn to run. (I know it seems basic enough but it’s not like I can just go run 5miles. If I could, I wouldn’t be fluffy.)
I also feel like I should tell you that beyond that, there’s really no point to this little diddy I just typed up. I just had to type it and post it so that I would be accountable and all. (Because let’s face it. If I was accountable to myself, I also probably wouldn’t be so fluffy.)
That’s what she said.