Happy May! (Taken with instagram)
Tis the Season for New Year’s Resolutions
Maybe if I post these I will keep up with them longer. My New Year’s Resolutions are as follows:
1. Eat healthier, and better for my hiatal hernia.
2. Wean myself off my hiatal hernia meds with diet and supplements (tried this twice now and failed, but I have a new book and products to try and help me through it). If I eat how I should for a hiatal hernia, #3 shouldn’t be TOO hard.
3. Lose weight by exercising and eating well (preferably 20 pounds). Over the last year I have gained between 15 and 20 pounds, without really changing my eating habits. I blamed it on anxiety medication that I really didn’t need. I’ve been off of it for close to a year now, and have been dieting and exercising for about as long, and still haven’t lost any of the weight I gained. I also recently learned I have a “nodule” on my Thyroid. I am going to a specialist later this month to address it, and while it’s most likely very minor, who knows, maybe it could have something to do with my weight gain.
4. Feel comfortable in a bathing suit again. My family is taking a vacation in May to Tybee Island, Georgia. I have always wanted to go there, and it is 15 minutes from my favorite city, Savannah. I can’t wait to go but am challenging myself to get into shape in the 4 months I have before we leave.
I am by no means a health freak, nor do I obsess over exercising. BUT, I have been body conscious since around the age of 12. I used to get mad at myself if my weight went above 120 pounds. But as I have gotten older I’ve realized that there are more important things to worry about. If I can get to a place where I feel comfortable in my own body again, regardless of the number on the scale, I think I will be happy. I hate to be so typical with my New Year’s Resolutions, but this is really what I need to work on. I hope with some dedication I can acheive my goal.
I had no idea Tim Tams were sold in the US! A coworker brought me a box back from Australia a few months ago and I was smitten with their vanilla-y goodness. When I saw these on the Christmas clearance shelf at target yesterday I had to scoop up a pack. I contemplated stocking up, but that would have been very bad for the waistline I am trying to shrink.
Slovenly Sundays
Sometime over the past 8 years or so, my Sundays have gone from the day of rest to full on sloth gorge fest. I think it started when I turned 21 and started going out drinking 2-3 nights in a weekend. I did my best to hang with my higher tolerance friends, but by Sunday I was worn the hell out and needed a day to recuperate. If there was a hangover involved, once I slept it off it was time to munch. The more sodium the better, any junk food I found was fair game. Pizza and regular cola (this is no place for diet) was my meal of choice, and if it was stuffed crust, oh the angels would sing. Anyhow, over the years, even after my partying tapered off and I became a grown up who prefers to watch house hunters over drinking on a Saturday night, I continued the sunday smorgasbord. For some reason any dieting I have been doing flies right out the window on sunday. Football doesn’t help; if I go to my parents house to watch the games, my mom invariably makes a variety of snack foods with dessert to follow. As gross as it makes me feel in Monday morning, shuffling into work with a still-full gut, I never change my Sunday routine. There’s something comforting about chilling in sweats, pigging out in front of the tv with the people you love most. Football may be America’s game, but eating is America’s hobby.
