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Love/Hate Resolution Relationship

hate One of the reasons I don’t like resolutions is that they just don’t happen. I resolve to lose 20 pounds and they just don’t come off. Eat healthier? That doesn’t stop me from having a late night bowl of ice cream. Write more! Who can find the time? I certainly can’t. Life just keeps getting busier and busier.

I used to be the one who would sign up for step aerobics and attend class faithfully. (Yes, this was years ago. No one knew what Zumba was back then.) The classes would be busting at the seams in January. I would have to squeeze into the back corner of the room and if I was really unlucky, there wouldn’t be any steps left. I would have to do the routine on the floor, which was good, but not good enough. I couldn’t wait for all those New Year resolution-ers to give up.

Slowly, they filtered away, and by March, our class was the steady group of faithful attendees, and there was plenty of room (and aerobic steps) for everyone.

I haven’t been the faithful exercise class attendee for years.

And that’s why I

I lovelove New Year Resolutions. Every January, we have a chance to start over. To start again, make some goals for ourselves, and try to accomplish them. To revive old resolutions that we once accomplished and want to try again. To “keep on keeping on.” (Bonus points if you know which 2012 best seller that quote is from!)

I just love fresh beginnings. Don’t you?

Walking
I resolve to EXERCISE MORE!

Mama’s Losin’ It

I’m writing about 4.) Resolutions. Love’em? Hate’em? Tell us why. Make one? Talk about your resolutions or goals for 2013 for Writer’s Workshop today. Gretchen over at Second Blooming prefers the term “missions.” Stop by again tomorrow to read my Spin Cycle post on 5 missions for 2013!

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The Proof is in the Pie {Exercise Update}

On Friday, I promised to keep you updated on whether or not I started walking again. Friday morning, after I dropped the girls off at school, I came home, cleared away the breakfast dishes and was on my way! It felt good to be walking again.

As they say, though, the proof is in the pie. Or in the pudding. Or as the correct saying goes, “the proof of the pudding is in the eating”. (I learn so many trivial things when using search engines for my blog posts.)

Anyway, LOOK! I have PROOF that I actually did walk. (I must have looked very strange trying to take picture of my moving feet. It was not easy.)

Time to walk!
Dixie Chicks always gets me movin’
Walking
Home again! Two more miles, under my belt.

Have you exercised today? (So far today I have not exercised. Don’t hold it against me.)

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Time to Pound the Pavement {Spin Cycle}

Time to Pound the Pavement {Spin Cycle}

Exercise. It’s a four letter word times two. Exercise is a word we love to hate.

Many of you know that for my exercise, I love to walk. I have walked long, long distances for a good cause.

Over the summer, I was in the habit of getting up early to walk. My alarm would go off at 5am. I would drag myself out of bed just before Ed’s final snooze, throw my exercise clothes on and head out the door as Ed got into the shower. During our hot, hot summer the morning was the best time to walk. The sun was just rising; the air was still cool, (or as cool as it was going to be that day) and the whole world was quiet. I would come home feeling great, kiss Ed goodbye as he pulled out of the driveway and head inside for my morning cup of coffee with the newspaper.

I have a confession to make. Some people love to walk with a companion, to have someone else to chat with and to help set the pace. I hate it. I’m a loner. I don’t want to talk; I want to set my own pace, thankyouverymuch. I want to plug those ear buds in, listen to my playlists and be in a world all by my lonesome. Sometimes I want nothing more than to listen to the sounds around me; the wind blowing though the tree, the birds, the distant traffic. I crave the alone time and the thinking time. Walking is contemplative for me. I can’t be contemplative with someone blabbing the whole time about how slouching is bad for my digestion.

Everything was going so well and I was really racking up the summer miles.

Then one weekend, I caught a fever.

No, really, an honest to goodness fever. My temperature was over 100, so I spent the weekend resting and reading. No walking for me.

Then I just got out of the habit. Just like that. School started for the kids, I started teaching again, and I’m tired. I don’t want to get up at 5am anymore. It’s too dark. It’s too cold.

I miss the way it felt. How addicting it was to get my muscles moving; to get my heart pumping. To try to walk faster each day; to try shoot for that 15 minutes mile.

Today, the calendar is clear. Today, after I drop off the girls at school, I’m going for that walk. I’ll keep you updated.

Spin Cycle at Second Blooming

And because I mentioned coffee up there in the first paragraph, I’m linking up to Coffee Friday. (I finally remembered, Paloma!)


The Coffee Shop
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Fat Girl Jeans (HASAY, Week 1)

I finally broke down. On Saturday, I went to go buy jeans in a bigger size since I’m tired of squeezing my expanding waist into jeans that are too small and showing my muffin top. At least the sale at Carson’s overcame my disappointment in having to buy a new size. I bought a $60 pair of door-buster Ruff Hewn jeans for only $18!

My size? I’m not divulging that number! Let’s just say I’m back up to the weight I was when I was taking Tamoxifen, a medication for breast cancer. At least back then, I was able to justify my weight gain by blaming it on the meds. Now, I have nothing to blame this extra poundage on.

We are going to a family reunion this summer in Colorado, and we want to be outdoors; this is going to be a very active vacation. I don’t want everyone, including my two-year-old, to be waiting for me as I huff and puff up the trail.

So, I devised a plan while I was showering this morning. I have a couple of exercise DVD’s that I’m going to use for 30 minutes a day. Just thirty minutes. I think I can spare that much time to exercise, and if I keep it up, then I’ll have more energy to do the rest of the things I have to do during the day.

There’s also portion control. I’ve starting trying this already, but I’m not doing a fantastic job. I need to do better at eating healthy foods, AND I also need to stop stuffing myself. So when we ordered pizza last night, I stopped after two pieces. They were big pieces, but I stopped. (Being the waste-not mom that I am, I did eat the rest of Lily’s piece, too, so I didn’t really stop! But instead of eating three and a half pieces, I had two and a half. We had thin crust pizza. Does that help my case at all?) I’ll admit that willpower is something I need to work on when it comes to food. But that’s just one more reason to join Casey at Half as Small as You, so that I feel accountable to something.

Here I go — Week 1 of HASAY! I’ll tell you how I do next Monday.

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