Remember that silly post I wrote in the beginning of the year where I swore this year would be different and I would no longer be a sugar-eating slob? Remember that? I said I was going to be healthier and exercisier. I said I was going to quit my dumb job and stop volunteering my guts out and try to figure out a future. I said I was going to be a better housewife. Adorable, right?
I thought you deserved an update on this. The easy things are done: I did quit that job that I hated, Hallelujah. I also stopped the volunteering train, which was a no-brainer since I left the school where I did all my volunteering. I did say No a couple of times toward the end of the school year, though, and that was a success.
I did set up my eliptical machine, but I have yet to touch it. I do a little walking with the dog now and then, but I think its safe to say that The Year of Exercising More is a failure so far. I just hate to move my body and sweat and breathe heavy. I hate it. Always have. Oprah hates it, too, so at least I'm in good company. Still have to work on this, though; must not get complacent. I get winded getting the mail, and that is just embarrassing. Ordering a side salad instead of fries? Also a failure. Its 9:42 in the morning right now and I am drinking my first coke of the day. I have toyed with the idea of a cleanse, or of going off sugar for one week to see what happens, but toying with the idea is as far as I've gotten. The store where I normally get my jelly bellies stopped stocking my favorite flavor, so maybe that will help.
The better housewife thing: Now we're getting somewhere! I HAVE INDEED BECOME A BETTER HOUSEWIFE. I know: crazy. I have cleaned my stove top more in the four months that I have lived in my house then I ever did before. I have run the Roomba ragged. I have changed my bedsheets more often then ever in my life, and I have actually been drying and putting away dishes. This is all a very big deal. My New Year's Resolution to put my clothes away at the end of every day? I am all over that shit! I have really been doing it! Except for last night; I had a little too much wine. Now I have a chair in my bedroom, which I've never had before, and it is a strong clothes magnet. My nature is to throw my jeans over the arm of that chair, but so far I've only succumbed to that force a few times. I am hanging stuff up!!! I've been making my bed! I've been dusting! Where does all this freakin' dust come from?! I borrowed my mom's vacuum and vacuumed all the couch cushions, and I just did this four months ago when I moved in! I've sanded and oiled my wood counter tops! I did that!!
Now, I would not go so far as to say I am a good housewife. Oh no, that is not the case. But I am a better housewife than I was in the fall, and that is something. I'm not sure if I should be proud, since being a good housewife is a dubious distinction, but I see it as progress.
So, I guess 2012 is not a complete failure after all, except that I'm still a coke-swilling cow, and I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. And I need to clean the shower.
I hate exercise too, and can't imagine a life without sugar, carbs, meat and fat. And you know what? I still lost 110lbs. It's not always easy, but it is really simple: eat fewer calories than your body needs to maintain its current weight.
Good for you for stepping up your housewife game - having a beautiful new house has gotta be motivating!
Ah, the Chair of the Bedroom. Look how nice it looks - bare, complacent, ready for a good sit-down. I shall hang my belt over it. The next day I shall put my sweater on it. The next day, my jeans. Then another sweater. An old scarf I hate. A pair of Little Mermaid goggles that were left in the hallway... my bedroom now has two chairs - both obscured beyond recognition with "shit that isn't clean-clean but certainly doesn't need to be washed right now". I feel ya!
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