So the healthy eating and exercise wagon keeps driving around me and around me, waiting for me to hop back on. Instead, I keep chugging over to the fridge to get more ice cream.
Before Thanksgiving and the quarterly MIL visit, I had it all nailed down - counting points, getting to the gym at least a couple of times a week - pointedly ignoring the bowl of jujubes at Reception (okay I don't even LIKE them, particularly. Except last week when I could not get enough of them and looked for excuses to walk past the desk to pick up gummy black witches and orange pumpkins - what?), and I turned my nose up so nicely at the cake she schlepped all the way from Winnipeg. I made healthy choices when we went out to eat..
And then - poof - Thanksgiving Day came and I went a little crazy. And I've been on some sort of eating bender and exercise avoidance kick ever since.
Granted we went from a very stressful period at work, to back-to-school, to one kid's birthday, to the other kid's birthday, to Thanksgiving (which very interestingly combined a visit from MIL with JTM completing his first half marathon). And no sooner was John's mom on the plane and the turkey carcass in the freezer, when we opened our home for a week to a lovely teenage girl from Japan. Oh, and in the middle of all this was my doctor telling me that the "heartburn" I've been experiencing was much more likely to be gallbladder-related. And then there were the parent-teacher interviews for both boys. Don't even want to talk about those....
So I missed a few weigh-ins, and a lot of workouts, and I (apparently) decided to nuture myself with anything I could shove into my mouth. Cause even after all these years, and all the self-awareness I claim to have, I still haven't grasped the concept that food is actually fuel: it's not love, it's not comfort, and it most definitely is not medicine.
But today, like all days, is a chance to make a new beginning, or to just get back to things. So I've found an unused Weekly Tracker, slotted a visit to the gym into my schedule for the day, and I'm climbing off the crazy eating train and back on the healthy living wagon. And I've committed to working my way up to running for 20 minutes straight by December 31st. I was supposed to be at my goal weight by then too, but that's looking a little less likely at the moment.
One day, soon, I want to start focusing the blog more on things other than my personal quest to lose weight and and get fit- it's really getting old! And I have much more interesting things to share, I'm sure.