As for my resolutions, oops. Okay to be honest my birthday was January 6th. My husband baked me a cake. My mother made me a strawberry dessert to die for. Now I have 2 full size desserts taking up massive space in my fridge. My 4 year old could care less about cakes and my husband is eating it somewhat. That leaves me to tank 2 family size desserts. Am I up for the challenge? YES! Have I gained another pound? Yep. No good.
Accountability clearly doesn't withstand the onslaught of my flawed yet persistent logic. I can talk my way out of anything. I seriously have an excuse for everything. "The dog ate it." Let me let you in on a secret, I don't even have a dog. I am the queen of procrastination. So I have NOT been exercising yet. I still feel like there are minor victories to celebrate on this "Day of Quitting".
I have been drinking 64 oz of water everyday. I also have gotten a ton of healthy snacks in my house that I actually reach for. My problem is exercise. I sit around all day. My daughter and I play board games and watch cartoons. Everything we do is sort of sedentary. It's really time to start. The EXTREMELY sad part is that I have an awesome treadmill in my basement. My husband offered to bring it up to the lower family room if I cleaned it up first. So whats stopping me? Failure. I quit everything I start. I don't know why. I started to think it's because one of my 239493 siblings has already done whatever I'm attempting and better. I feel like a disappointment compared to their achievements, so I don't bother to try. I'm hoping I have better news to report next time.
So to all of us who are considering giving up. Don't. We'll figure it out somehow. :)
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