The Day Of Giving Up

I started my day with my normal routine: drink coffee and read online newspaper.   An article about New Years resolutions caught my eye.  Today, January 9th, is the day most people give up on their resolutions.  Nine whole days.  That's longer than I have lasted on any diet.  Sadly, it kind of seems depressing that most people last only nine days.

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.  :)

Accountability

I'm sort of at a cross roads in life.  I've been a stay at home wife/mother for around 5 years now.  My one and only child is 4.  The 35 lbs that I've never lost from pregnancy haunt me.   Is it so bad that I still call it "baby weight"?  Ummm yeah.  So I think I'm going to use this blog to find some accountability in my life. 

With the new year comes New Year resolutions.  So here are mine: drink more water, eat healthy snacks, and exercise 3 days a week.  Let me explain.

1. Drink More Water.
          I hate water.  I like my water with a side of aspartame and caffeine.  Is it so wrong that I need my beverages to keep my energy flowing throughout the day?

2.   Eat Healthy Snacks.
          This is some sort of psychological game I'm playing with myself.  If I say "eat healthier".. I will binge on junk.  I know myself.  Saying that I'm going to "eat healthy" = diet.  Cue chocolate and Mcdonalds.  I think buy saying I'll eat healthier snacks is my way of convincing myself it really is only small changes. 

3.  Exercise 3 Days A Week.
          This is me asking for a miracle.  Somewhere in my mid 20's I decided that I was against exercising.  (cue AHA! moment as to why I have 35 extra pounds)  I am soooooooooooooo lazy.   Did you count the "o's" in that sooooooooooooo?  There are not enough "o's" in so to express the level of my laziness. 

I lack motivation.  I also lack energy, will power, and a six pack of abs.  So this is where the title of this post comes in.  Accountability.   I've got a few days before the New Year to practice my new resolutions.  So have a drink or several for me.  I'll be that mom who is asleep by 9:30pm when the ball drops New Years Eve... well duh, I'll have a workout to attend in the morning.