Let's Get Real.

I'm relieved that Christmas is over. It was fun, but it was a lot of work leading up to a day that passed way too quickly. I'm ready to begin taking stock of my life and my goals for 2016.

First getting real: I haven't been taking care of myself at all lately. I'm not eating right, I'm drinking too much wine, I'm not exercising. My uber-healthy plant based diet slipped into semi-healthy, then occasionally healthy, and I am sure that's what has affected my energy level. I like my new job, but I am definitely a desk bound research wonk now, and I'm not getting a healthy amount of exercise. It certainly has completely stalled the scale. I've lost the same four pounds over and over. This isn't a mystery. I know exactly what I'm doing, or rather not doing, to get these non-results. And the reality is, I'm not 35 anymore! I'm not even 55 anymore! (And boy, does that ever blow my mind.) I can't screw around like this, this isn't penalty free - deterioration now may be forever. This isn't about wearing a size 6, it's about being fit and strong and flexible, able to ride bikes and roller coasters and have FUN! I don't want to get too old and sedentary to have fun!

Time to get back to basics: count calories, track exercise, eat healthy, move more. I taunted myself this evening, unzipping the garment bags that hold the pretty dresses that don't fit, the jackets that don't button, the pants that saw me in half now. I spent the entire summer of my non-work time in two pair of shorts, that are now on the verge of falling apart. I own other shorts. I seem to recall at the beginning of the summer, swearing that I would fit into those perfectly nice, not at all raggedy shorts in my dresser drawer. It never happened.

Taking inventory of my life: I'm lazy. I have a lot of ideas and suck on follow through. If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, mine is paved with jewelry making supplies, nail polish in a drawer, shorts that don't fit, a yoga mat that is probably a home to a spider or two by now. A loom in a bag in a closet, a yarn stash, and on and on. And on. It's embarrassing, which is why I am making this a public statement: This year, I will DO the things I think about doing, use the craft supplies that occupy many, many plastic tubs, unroll that damn yoga mat, DO all the things I keep planning to get around to "someday." Waiting for "someday" hasn't worked out so well. This IS "someday."