Well, there go the excuses.
As you well know, I’ve seen some weight creep up over the past year during my health crises. It’s been hard to find time or energy to exercise, especially with gaping wounds in various places. Add to that a really full school schedule and a gernal unwillingness to get off my big old arse, and you’ll see that exercise has not been a priority.
Then there’s been the food. I lost a bit of weight while I was in ICU in August, and then when I came home, things tasted funny. And the things that tasted good, I shouldn’t have been eating. So I gained back the weight I lost in the hospital, and developed a taste for the things I should not have.
And here I am – fat and unhappy.
But once again, I am vowing to change. During my break from school, I am going to walk. Every day. Rain or shine, snow or sleet, I’ll be like a real, old school postman – not one of those mamby pamby ones we’ve got here in Bellmawr, who seem to skip delivery if the sun shines too brightly or the wind blows over three miles an hour.
I’m going to allow myself Christmas to enjoy the things I love, then vow to divorce them all – every sweetly decorated sugar cookie, every candied yam, every vegetable covered in a thick, delicious, fattening dip.
I might even – Jeebus help me for saying this – do the 5K at Disney in May.
You’ve heard it before, but now that I’m well, I have no excuses.
Hold me to it, gang. Don’t let me let me down.