Happy New Year


Well thank goodness for that. 2020 is over. Though I'm not quite convinced that 2021 will be any better. Let's see shall we.

So how many resolutions do I repeat again?

1. Lose weight - I don't want to talk about it (but keep reading as I'll change my mind later).

2. Drink more water - only if I fall asleep in the bath.

3. Exercise more - how many new excuses can I come up with this year? Ooh there's a bone in my leg.


I think the Hogmanay fairies have been whispering in my ears. I've had a complete and utter turn around. You've all heard the saying 'What's the definition of madness? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results'. My weight loss to a T. I've decided that I need to love this body that I have. No, I'm not staying I plan to stay this size, not at all, I need to be healthier but it's difficult to improve on something you hate so much. I'm thinking if I can love it, like it or at least appreciate it I'll want it to be better maybe? At the moment I spend a lot of time punishing it, with food. I also don't want to spend the rest of my life on a diet! I've done that, got the t-shirt, and I'm done! I want to live my life and be happy. So liking myself is the first step. Now the real shocker is that I'm not going to weigh myself. This is huge as I am (or was?) a massive advocate of stepping on the scales on a daily basis. But does it really matter what I weigh? I want to be slim and happy, not necessarily light. I've not had the courage to even get a starting weight. I can guess it I suppose. I know I've put on Christmas weight. I can feel it and see it. I am terrified that it'll be so bad that I'll just crawl up into bed never to come out. So let's just forget it. On going I'm hopefully going to just concentrate on being the best me. To eat good healthy food. To do enough exercise to improve my heart. I'll be guided by my clothes (these jeans are now a little tight). I just want to be me. And not Gilly on a diet! I will say that for starters I'm going dry in January. Then we'll just see how it goes. This year I want love, happiness and respect. Not calories, sugar and self loathing.

I hope your 2021 will be what you want too.

Life is what happens when you're busy making plans.

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