I know it all sounds so very cliche, but today really is a new start for me.
Weighing myself is always traumatic, so I rarely do it. Imagine my horror then when I stepped onto the scale over the weekend – on my 47th birthday – and discovered that I am at an all-time corpulent high.
Not good. Not good at all.
I’d been noticing a slightly swollen, slightly round appearance whenever I looked in the mirror, and my work clothes were feeling a bit tight. I never thought my weight had ballooned to the extent that it did, though. Silly me.
Here’s the kicker: my diet is actually pretty healthy. I eat good, solid food and steer clear of snack foods, pop and fast food. I eat a ton of fruits, veggies and lean meats.
But I am lazy. Make no bones about it, I love a 3-hour nap on the sofa while the wood stove bakes me to sleep. The whole experience is entirely delicious and slightly decadent.
I know I should be pumping iron, training for a marathon and riding my mountain bike on the old logging roads that snake through the mountains. I should be hiking the hilly terrain with my dogs, doing robust chores, and generally marching about while breathing deeply. Instead I nap, I read food magazines and I surf the web.
And slowly I become a meatier version of myself.
But all that stops today.
Today I am in training. Today I avoid the few sweets and snacks that slither into my diet. Today I begin my quest to drop a solid 15 lbs by Labor Day weekend.
I have great plans to ride my bike with the same leg-pumping fury exhibited by the Wicked Witch of the West. I vow to begin (again) the 90-day extreme fitness regimen I purchased last year…and then pursued only briefly.
I am a new woman…TODAY.