I’ve alway thought of myself as reasonably strong.
I’m pretty pig-headed, can be opinionated, (but usually only in my head. Even though I have them, I don’t often say them out-loud) and if I put my mind to something, I’m not usually dissuaded. Stubborn.
(Our kids have a double cross of it, because The Boss is more pig-headed and stubborn than, but that’s by the by!)
However, it appears I’ve met my match!
The dreaded post-Christmas de-tox, should have started by now. I should be eating fresh fruit, copious amounts of salad and veggies, drinking water instead of wine.
The kilos piled on over Christmas, (and if I’m truthful, most of last year!) should now be melting away. I should be walking, sweating with Michelle Bridges (does she ever sweat, though?) and feeling energised.
This is all in my dreams.
I keep planning to start; tell myself ‘today is the day”. Yelling silently at my weakness, when I drag myself out of bed feeling like death warmed up, because I’ve had one (or three) too many glasses of wine the night before. (Whines *but it tasted so good and it was hot and we were sitting outside, relaxing*).
Yeah, yeah. Excuses.
I’m still making garlic bread and potato bake, full of bacon and cream (with salad, of course) because it’s YUMMY and of course there are still many, many packets of chocolates which were brought as gifts, to eat. I just CAN’T let them go stale!
I’m turning the big FOUR OH, this year. And apparently, according to friends who have already passed this milestone, I need to get the weight off now and keep it off, or it’s too hard to shift.
I’m gonna have to put this pig-headness and stubbornness back to work. Does anyone want to join me? Anyone?