For months now I’ve been avoiding scales, since I could tell by the growing pile of clothes that no longer fit me that I’d been putting on weight. Yesterday at the gym I braved the scale at last, and the news was every bit as bad as I feared. I’ve done a good job of taking care of my emotional and intellectual needs over the past year, but I’ve not been so good about the physical side.
So, I’ve got a pre-New Year’s resolution—cardio every day, weights every other day, healthier food, and smaller portions. I really want to take the extra pounds off, if only to protect my wallet from the need for a new set of clothes.
I don’t like diets, and I don’t stick with them, so please don’t tell me how South Beach or Atkins or some other diet plan is all I really need. What I really need is to be as in-shape and healthy as I was when I was working out regularly. It boosts my mood and my energy—diets don’t do that. And I love food much too much to deprive myself of carbs, or butter, or any of the other things that make the world go round. (I can, and will, start being better about portion sizes, though.)
By my birthday in 2005 I would like to be at the same weight that I was at on my 40th birthday in 2002. The proof of that will be that I will once again be able to fit into the leather body suit from Northbound Leather that so entertained the denizens of #joiito. (Oh, calm down…they only saw the Northbound photo! I do have some modesty, y’know!)
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