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Struggling

I’ve been struggling. Struggling with the commitment and motivation, and struggling with how to write this post.

What to say? I took this on and thought I was ready. But, something holds me back. I’ve given it a lot of thought in the past few days and I’m at a loss as to what the issue is here.

My cat makes more use of this than I do.
photo from fark.com

I began with the best of intentions and seemed off to a good start. I had one set back with the injury and have never gotten back on track. I’m skipping the exercise, despite some days getting up, dressed and ready to walk out the door. I’m also not eating well and have fallen into a 3:00 pm craving for something sweet. Worse yet, I’ve given into it more often than not — cookies, ice cream, or donuts (the latter of which I don’t even like).

Life goes on around me and I find plenty to keep me busy — all worthwhile pursuits. I’m not yet into watching the shopping channel or “Who’s Baby is it Anyway? (wouldn’t that be a great reality show), or even reruns of “Friends.” Nope, it’s not about TV; I’m occupying my time with “real” stuff.  And, I am still working on a writing project. So, I’m not a total goner yet. But all these things, good as they may be, are a kind of work avoidance. Or health and exercise avoidance, I guess.

I’m going to post a weekly update in the stats today but then I’m going to take a break and try to figure out what’s going on because it’s just too public to have to be admitting failings at this point!

There are an inordinate number of microscopic bug pictures on the internet! All gross. I hope I don't look like this one from animal-space.net

I’ve talked with a good friend, Katharine, who says she might be willing to co-author the blog, but she says she wants to write about my progress and throw in some tips and recipes and information in general. I’m not so sure about that — she’s brilliant and qualified to offer the latter, definitely, and she’s probably astute enough to offer the former as well. That’s scary. I told her I’d feel a bit like a bug under a microscope!

Meantime, until I figure this out, I’m taking my sweats and issues to a corner to ponder this some more. I may keep posting other stuff I find but I’m going to take the “personal” out of it for the time being.

For anyone else on a “get healthy” adventure, continued good luck. And, if you have any advice, feel free to jump right in.


Chocolate egg, Cheerios or marshmallow fluff?

Did you know there are 16 grams of sugar in one little Peep! I’d rather eat about half a Cadbury Creme Egg, or better yet 16 cups of Cheerios, either of which, if I figure right, also have 16 grams of sugar.

 

I haven’t posted here in a couple of days and I’d like to post something really brilliant and edgy. But just for today I’m going to share this  from my other blog. It’s all about Peeps, those completely inedible but totally useful little creatures.

[If you’re reading this post expecting something new and exciting only to be disappointed by a rehash of something you’ve already read elsewhere,  thank you for reading both my blogs and please forgive me, I’m lazy and a fame-whore.]

I don’t want to be accused of defaming Peeps,  so let’s hear it for those delightfully squishy, sugary little puffs of marshmallow crap joy.  They do, after all, have more followers (and uses) than you and I put together.


Little white lies (for the greater good)

It occurred to me a few minutes ago, as I was posting about the “woe is me” way the first week of my new health regime ended that I’m at the dangerous edge of fabrication.

I mean, this is my record of my efforts to regain my health, what I learn along the way and what progress I make. Is it not, therefore  my right, nay, my obligation, to show visible success at every turn? To be a shining beacon on encouragement to all who follow me? To all who want to be poster children for wellness? Continue reading


Argh. Do over.

The worst thing about an exercise/wellness program is not the exertion but rather just getting started. I’ve always found that to be true.

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Hanging up now

I’m having a lousy day. Mangled my finger on Saturday, finally gave up and saw the doctor on Sunday (my clinic has 24/7 urgent care–gotta love it), and am bandaged and on antibiotics and pain pills.

Hence, no exercise and an overindulgence in mom foods to make me feel better.

The thing is I feel pretty good, just drugged and kinda having a pity party. Pity parties are a necessary (occasional) part of life, I think. I just didn’t plan to have one only one week into this new health kick I committed to.

Besides I didn’t have time to send out invitations. And, no one would have come anyway. Pity parties are best handled solo.


Portion control??


Let me eat cake!

As a friend once told me, the first post is the hardest.

So, with much to say and no clear idea where to start, I think a little humor cake would be a good place to begin.

This gem comes from the folks at Everyday People Cartoons.