I had put on a few pounds this winter, and I’m not proud of it. Not enough exercise and near total abandon when it came to food has left me feeling fat and flabby. After a winter—and a weekend—of gluttony, I’ve made a firm decision. I’m losing it.
|It was this set of photos that opened my eyes to my "situation," a.k.a. the back fat I was surprised to see through a bulky sweatshirt. Don't worry, I didn't post the most offending photo.|
The problem is, I’ve made this ‘decision’ several times during the past few months and I relapse within just a few days. Too rainy to get out and walk? Oh well, I’ll just have a few cookies. Good intentions to eat healthy one day? Out the window as soon as I crave a Cadbury egg. (What are those things doing in my house, anyway?) Things like cookies and Cadbury eggs shouldn’t even be here, but my willpower has gone from once-outstanding to meager at best.
And this is coming from an ex-smoker who quit smoking the old fashioned way—willpower, willpower and more willpower.
It’s amazing how quickly I’m able to make excuses for why I ‘deserve’ a sweet treat after dinner, or why it’s okay to slam a ton of Goldfish crackers after 11 p.m. The excuses are fleeting, and in my current rational state I can’t even recount what they’d been. But I can assure you they were lame.
I hope that, this time, by declaring my intentions publicly, I’ll gain some much-needed willpower and my declaration will actually mean something the next time a Cadbury egg is staring me down at the supermarket. Let’s hope so.