There are several things that I enjoy on vacation, but one part of it that burns me every time are the closets. Whoever thought it was a great idea to use mirrors for doors did not ask my opinion first. Seriously! Do I have to watch myself coming and going from room to room? Do I really need to watch myself wake up in the morning? DANG! Give a girl a break!
So now you probably won't be surprised to learn that I joined Weight Watchers on Monday. $55 for three months. Let's see what we can do. My idea to just monitor myself has failed to the tune of 20 pounds, and the buck stops there! I am signed up to walk the Indy Mini in about 4 weeks, so Miss Sadie and I are hitting the trail, weather permitting. Her vet said she is a bit chubby too, so we get to do this together again.
It's so not about the diet, but getting back to taking in less bad things, more good things, and moving. It can't be a diet; it had to be a way of life. I'm a stress eater, and for some reason this winter has been stressful. Not the OMG-horror-filled-kind of stress, but the sneaky kind that just hovers below the radar but builds with each incident. My subliminal self senses it way before the outside me sees it. Hence the extra pounds.
Here are some great questions to think about from my friend Patrice at Everyday Rurality. Come join us down this lovely life path toward a healthier me/you/us.