Here we go again making the obligatory New Year resolutions, of which there is little to no chance that I am going to keep.
For years it was the quitting smoking. Which I might add
never did happen with a New Year resolution, but rather under the
threat of a second heart attack, and possibly death back in 2012. That
was when the cigarettes were finally consigned to the bin overnight,
never to rear their ugly head again.
With the quitting smoking
dealt with, I had to drum up some new, "New Year" self promises for the
following years. It wasn't too hard to figure out what they should be.
rid of the ciggies, and having to take a handful of daily pills, piled
on the weight. An extra 35lbs of it, which is a heck of a lot for
someone that should only weigh 112lbs. It's been like carrying a toddler
permanently strapped to my back.
So for the last couple of years
it's been, "I must exercise more, eat better, and lose weight. None of
which I have managed to conquer.
Although I shouldn't be too
hard on myself. I did actually manage to lose a whole 7lbs through all
of the last 12 months. If I keep that up it will only take another four
years to lose the remaining 30lbs I need to shed. Whoopy Doo!
could of course spend the next four years wishing I could get into my
smaller sized clothes or I could, instead, simply get my finger out and
lose the extra weight over the next four months. Putting all three
resolutions through their paces at once. After all one has to exercise
and eat properly to become ones ideal weight.
Unfortunately to lose weight one has to devote virtually the whole of ones waking hours to the venture.
Planning the coming meals, shopping for the coming meals, exercise, exercise and more exercise.
process of losing weight is time consuming, along with being soul
destroying if the lbs don't shed easily. There is of course also the
anti-social aspect due to having to refuse to leave ones home for fear
of being tempted to consume anything that might not be on the carefully
The scales can one moment be your friend giving you
hope and encouragement and in the next, viciously turn against you and
push you into the pits of despair.
So as I sit here scoffing the
last of the Christmas chocolates I wonder, is it all worth putting
oneself through such misery and hard work when one could simply just go
out and buy a new wardrobe of clothes that actually fit?