Rolling Into Spring

How has a quarter of the year flown by already? Spring is upon us and there is so much I need to clean out. The robe is staying, but the cookies gotsta go. I put on 36 pounds this winter. Though my bosom looks fabulous, when I put on my panties I feel like they're on backwards. Nope, just my ass getting too fat to fit in them. Sigh.

It's not that I'm in bad shape for the shape (round) I'm in. I just pumped out eight miles on my elliptical and have done 300 so far in 2011. Softball has started back up, and I signed up for yoga, too. Though, I did skip tonight to get my hair done. Priorities. I love exercise, almost any and all.

However, I also love eating french silk oreo Blizzards, copious amounts of cheese, and ribs with a side of steak. Enjoying any of these things in moderation would be fine, but "splurging" almost every night in quantaties that would make sumos and linebackers groan has taken it's toll. Lately, I have been heading to the kitchen when searching for endorphins. And I never feel full. I get that food is just a replacement for any number of things, but I also know that it's not going to satisfy me no matter what or how much I throw down the old pie hole.

I need a change. It's not about reaching a certain number on the scale or looking good naked. Who would know? The kitties like me on the plumper side, more lap to lay on. Instead, my goal is to eat responsibly for the next 50 days and see how I feel. If I don't like it I can always revert back to my decadent ways.

As one of my friends, which I assume you are if you're reading this, please encourage me to stick to my guns. Wish me luck on eating healthier and feel free to slap the cookie from my hand if you see me slipping.

New Year, Old Habits

Though I had planned on diving back into the 'ol blog at the beginning of 2011, fingers banging out my rumbling, tumbling thoughts, it is day three of the new year and I'm not so sure even these words will find themselves posted. Not only have I been flexing my procrastination skills, but as of late I'm building up my mildly self-destructive muscles, too. Today I bought an ugly red robe I plan on moving into between work hours and the miles on the elliptical machine. So, why bother with the rewarding job, healthy working out, or theraputic blogging when I'm going to counter balance it with the sickness, i.e. sitting in front of the tv and computer, eating way too much deliciously bad food, and turning by phone off so I don't have to talk to anyone? I don't know.

It's a new year, and yet resolutions, goals, and hope for 2011 are slow and low. This is what I've got so far:
   1. Don't beat Cassie. I did pretty good with this one in 2010, but it gets harder and harder everyday.
   2. Get healthier. Exercise check, diet...not so much.
   3. Establish good sleep cycle. Much easier said than done. Last night I tossed until about 5 a.m. The alarm went off at 6, of course.
   4. Write more. Write more what?
   5. Keep the house tidier. The best way to do this would be to lock everyone except me out. Tempting.
  

I'm sure after I've recovered from the holiday blahs, my optimism will rally, and being proactively positive will become increasingly easier. But until then, the robe and chocolate chip cookies and Family Feud and Bridalplasty are my friends....I'm so ashamed.