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New Year, New Me?

There’s something about having your birthday coincide with New Year’s that makes resolutions seem almost necessary. A new year, another year older. All at once. I’ve never been good at resolutions. The “keeping them” part that is. But, now in my 40’s, with life glancing by faster than a shooting star, I’m giving resolutions another shot.

We rang in the New Year along with 80 or so of Danny’s family members in Destrehan, Louisiana at the plantation his uncle owns, Ormond. Uncle Johnny always puts on a grand fireworks display at midnight, after a dinner of seafood gumbo and jambalaya and night of mingling and dancing.

We’ve been visiting family here in Louisiana for almost two weeks and the eating has been non-stop. I always allow myself to over-indulge when we visit because the food is so good, and because, well, that’s what you do here. You eat. It’s all about the food: gumbo, etouffee, Po’ Boys, jambalaya, Po’ Boys, muffaletas, red beans and rice, pralines, beignets and more Po’ Boys. To visit New Orleans on a diet would be a sin.

It’s all a great set-up for my first resolution:

#1 Eat healthy.

This of course, is to commence as soon as we leave Louisiana. On Tuesday.

My second resolution falls in line with the first:

#2 Exercise.

Fortunately, I was recently gifted a Nintendo Wii Fit Plus at a launch party hosted by friends and bloggers, Amber of CrazyBlogginCanuck.com and Aimee at Greeblemonkey.com. What a Christmas present! Thanks Amber and Aimee, and of course, Nintendo! I have no excuse now to not squeeze a workout into my day.

#3 Read more.

I’m ashamed to admit, I didn’t finish one book last year. Started more than a few; never finished. My goal is to finish two. Gotta set the bar low and work my way up!

#4 Pray more.

Because we all need more prayer, right? I’ll be starting with this one every day; praying that I keep all my other resolutions!

Happy New Year, everyone!

What are some of your New Year’s resolutions?

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January 3, 2010 at 11:28 pm 5 comments

Watching My Weight and My Words

281273846_497a9c7c9eOne of the first blog posts I ever read was about not passing down bad body image habits to our daughters. I had never thought about this. Did I have a bad body image? I wish I could find that post, but alas, it has been so long I can’t remember which of the 40+ blogs I have in my RSS feed it came from. But, the message has stuck with me: the words we use about ourselves can shape the way our daughters think about themselves. I was glad I was reading that while Reagan was still a baby because I decided then and there to be as conscious of using certain weight words as I was of using curse words.

Well, of course I’ve slipped already! In the rush to get dressed for church one Sunday I became frustrated with the fact that none of my pants fit me and as Reagan stared up at me I blurted out, “Mommy is just TOO FAT, Reagan!” As soon as I said it, I remembered that post and wanted to erase that comment from the still mostly blank chalkboard of her mind. I didn’t want her to learn that a few extra pounds = fat, and that you should let your closet dictate the way you feel about yourself. Why did it take having my mini-me standing there to realize that was what I was doing to myself?

It has become habit to talk to myself that way when I get to the outer limits of a weight cycle that can vary between seven different sizes. I have as many sizes of jeans in my drawer as Old Navy has on their shelves. All necessary. Because, since my mid-thirties, my weight has been as erratic as fuel prices. During stressful times, I will drop five to six pant sizes in two months. I barely ate while Danny was in the hospital and getting chemotherapy. You would’ve thought I was getting chemo as well. I had to buy new clothes that summer because all the clothes I had were falling off me. But, as soon as things go back to normal, I can quickly reach the double-digit numbers in my drawers. Pun intended.

It takes me reaching the boundaries of my closet to get myself to the gym, because Lord knows, I am too cheap, and too vain to go buy another size up! So, now the example I am setting for my daughter is to make time for exercise.  I’m three weeks into a new weekly gym regimen and feeling pretty good. Inside and out. The hardest part of going now, is seeing my daughter, in just a diaper and t-shirt, put her shoes on (always on the wrong feet), grab her pink, satin Dora the Explorer purse and run to the door behind me shouting, “playground, playground!” thinking I’m going without her. It breaks my heart! It also reminds me that there once was a day when I thought running, jumping and getting thoroughly hot and sweaty meant a great day on the playground. If only I could make believe that I’m five-years-old again and step class is the new hopscotch…

Do you think there are ways that you may be influencing your daughter or son’s self-image when it comes to weight?

Photo by mrjorgen

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August 11, 2009 at 8:56 pm 5 comments


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