According to that rocking little Wii Fit exercise board dude, I've lost 5 pounds since Christmas day. And honestly, I'm a bit happy with myself, especially since I haven't been dieting at all. I simply started working out on an infinitesimal level - 30 minutes a day playing Wii with the kids and occasionally reminding myself to do Yoga and strength training. I also quit drinking cocktails except for two days a week (on the weekends or sometimes during the week if we plan to go out). I still have something like 12 pounds left to get to my goal (of weighing as much as the average man), but I'm giving myself the rest of the year to do it.
Did I ever mention that my only weight loss/fitness goal after my gastric bypass surgery was to someday run an 8-minute-mile? Yeah. I know. What was I thinking? But my ten year surgery anniversary is coming up on August 8, 2012, and I think I should try to make that my goal. Of course, that means I need to get myself slowly into shape over the next two years if I want to make that happen. I like the idea in theory - a numerical physical goal that has nothing to do with my weight or my pants size - but the reality is that every minute I spend running is a minute I also spend contemplating the sweet merciful release of death.
And what am I going to do with my boobs? No. Seriously. WHAT? I need a harness of some kind. Preferably something steel belted, maybe the kind of structural engineering they use to keep skyscrapers from collapsing in Japanese earthquakes. I'll happily take your sports bra recommendations.
My other new year's resolutions seem to be going fairly well too. I'm trying to make money. (Still offering a discount on any financial planning services through the end of January!) I'm reading more non-romance novels (and rather loving it. You can click on my Goodreads links to see what I'm reading.) I'm trying to be a better blogger (Facebook to the rescue!). I'm reading more the kids, going to the library at least every week and doing my husband (although not yet on a cruise liner). My sister and I have been trying to go out and listen to live music, but twice our plans have been foiled by weird scheduling snafus. We keep trying.
The only thing I've rather sucked at is working on my book. It feels like I've lost my writing momentum. My mojo. I'm a little terrified to open my manuscript and work on it. (It's always a work-in-progress. Even if it ever gets published, I'm sure I'll be taking a red pen to the printed copy.) But I'm anxious to write new stuff and finish my NANO book and since I won't let myself start anything new until I've completely finished submitting GRAVY, I'm ready to get back to work on it. I need to focus less on some unobtainable idea of perfection (which is really just an excuse to terrorize myself into a state of inaction) and just get-er-done. So this is me using my blog as an accountability intervention.
Is anyone else keeping up with their resolutions? This is the time of the year by which I've usually forgotten about mine.