Well, as I am looking for a photo for this post, I find that I have done a really good job of hiding from the camera. And I can’t say that it was an accident. With each child that comes to our family, I gain baby weight. And then, when they leave, I gain another 20 pounds. Thankfully, I only gained for one kid with both of our last little ones. That still leaves me with another 30 pounds or so that I didn’t have before. And even before this, I had a few that I needed to get off.
So, as the new year starts, I will be the cliche. I did a last hurrah dinner of Rosatti’s (our favorite pizza) with Brian. And I didn’t stress over calories during our party, but I am back on the wagon.
I have no clue why, but the new thing this year is, “resolutions never work, I’m setting goals this year.” I have heard that from about a dozen different people. I don’t know that it really matters what you call it, but I call it some determination and I think that’s a good thing. My “goal” is to either jog or walk or run a mile every day this year. I don’t know that it will help with the pounds, but I do know that it keeps the inches at bay. And I know that I enjoy it. Isn’t that odd? I really like jogging. I know that I don’t look like the typical runner, but I think that I will be there at some point.
If I do want to shed the pounds, I know that my diet is the key. I am going to try my hardest to at least journal what I’m eating. I think that while I will be making big strides with the treadmill, I’ll settle for baby steps as far as my diet.
I certainly do not want this to be the focus of my blog, but it’s top of mind so I wanted to share. And, now, I have a few more people to keep me accountable. (Thanks for that, by the way…)