OK, so I wasn't planning to buy into the usual, and cliched, resolution of "I want to lose weight this year". Then I climbed onto the scale for a little reality check. My first thought was, "Wait, that can't be right. This thing must need new batteries." I changed the batteries, climbed back on (after having removed everything but my glasses!), and said, "Shoot, the scale's busted!"
How much did it say I weigh, you ask? *gulp*, OK... I'll tell you....here goes... one-hundred-and-mufflety-mump. You couldn't understand that? Please! Don't make me say it again! According to my doctor, for my height, I should weigh in the neighborhood of 135 to prevent the terrible back and knee pain from which I used to suffer. A year ago, I was really close to my goal, my back pain was a thing of the past, and I had some seriously cute clothes to wear. But, this past Fall, I needed to nip up to the attic and rummage through the box with the sign that said: "If these clothes fit, go on a diet".
I knew it was happening, I just chose to ignore it. A year ago in October, Pooch got so sick he couldn't be left alone. So, I used him as an excuse to stop going to the gym. Since I was housebound and caring for He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed, I began "treating" myself. Soon, the pounds started creeping back on. Now, my back hurts all the time, my knee is clicking ominously, and I have to make the dreaded New Year Resolutions: 1) I will go on a diet, and 2) I will go to the gym every other day.
Anybody out there want a diet buddy? I've had good results with the South Beach Diet in the past, as well as keeping a food journal at Fitday.com. The food journaling is a bit of a hassle, but it helps keep me honest. My failing is that I get complacent when I see my goal within reach. I'll start over tomorrow. I can't believe I let this happen, AGAIN!