Oh, HELLO again! How ARE you? Last time we spoke here, I was WHINING in a most unattractive manner about how my summer was going to suck in a thousand pitiful ways. Well, the good news is that I took everyone’s advice to heart, and I have determinedly enjoyed at least every other minute of my summer. It’s been good, and thank you for the boost.
And so here we are again, hitting another FFP challenge. And although this one isn’t as clearly defined as the “10 pounds in 10 weeks” one, this is absolutely a health and fitness challenge. So what am I to do?
That, my dear friends, is a bit complicated. The truth is that I’m a fat hot mess. I’ve been sick (although nothing as interesting as Gray), and it’s left me sort of run down and pathetic. My actual doctor told me to take it easy for a while, an instruction that I find baffling and irritating. Take it easy? What does that even MEAN? I keep trying to live my life the same way I always have, but with some vague sense that I should take a nap sometime, and that’s not working. I am TIRED, y’all. And naps just never seem to happen.
So here I am, all wan and hollow cheeked (except the part where I’ve gained back over half of the weight I lost previously), reclining on my fainting couch, pressing a perfumed handkerchief to my pale lips. And maybe taking breaks to scarf mint Oreos, the devil’s own cookie. I need a dose of healthiness, that’s clear, but I’m also supposed to be (say it with me) taking it easy.
Life is also about to get a tad more complicated. Like, tomorrow. My firstborn son, my darling, my dearest ungrateful wretch who is now 1.25 inches taller than me, is going to school tomorrow. Tomorrow! High school! And I have to drive him there every morning, at an hour that I prefer to allow to creep past me in silence as I drool attractively on my pillow!
So that’s my situation. I’m in need of an infusion of health, and for once I don’t just mean that my pants are too tight (although they ARE). I have a lot to take care of, but I’m discovering that I’m no good at that when I’m a mess.
So okay, here’s my plan: I’m going to go for a walk in the mornings after dropping my son off at school. I keep hearing how lovely the early hours of the day are, and so I’m going to give them a shot, even though I have always believed that attitude to be a dirty lie. A brisk, 20 minute walk should be energizing, don’t you think? And tomorrow it will be a lovely and healthy choice for me, staggering blindly around some track, weeping about how my baby is growing up and leaving home, bye-bye…
And then I’m going to stop eating like a college freshman. Sugar is my main weakness, so my goal is to avoid the stuff, and eat scads of fruits and vegetables. No more Oreos.
And I’m going to get enough sleep, damnit. Which means going to bed earlier, since Tre’s school is clearly NOT going to change his start time to a reasonable hour (10 is a reasonable hour. 7:35 is just cruel).
I would like to lose weight, but that’s not really my goal (at least, not my “spoken outside my crazy head” goal). My days are getting busier and more demanding, and I’m sort of wobbly in the face of it all. So my goal is to take care of myself as fiercely as I would take care of one of my kids of they were weary.
And okay, maybe lose just a LITTLE weight.