New Years Resolutions: Two Weeks In
Jan. 17th, 2009 11:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccastareyesStill cold. Except today I have to do grocery shopping.
So, my New Year's Resolution (other than the one about writing and drawing, which I need to work on) is to get back into shape and start eating less crap. (Mainly because I am far above what a person for my height and any build should weigh, and I get winded climbing the hills around here.) I'm doing Weight Watchers, mostly because Mom recommended them and I tried it in high school when I was getting irritated about having gone up a pants size*. That and it lets me occasionally have sweets -- I'm a bit addicted to chocolate. (Tea, desserts and books are my three vices. Even the internet does not compare, as I've proven I can go days without the internet, but it takes an act of will to get me out of a bookstore without a purchase.)
Anyway, I'm discovering the main purpose of a diet is to give me something to focus on when I think about having a snack. Apparently making myself write everything down, with guidelines as to 'this is when you've had too many calories/grams of fat/etc. today' really helps. I mean, I even survived Patrick's Post-Defense party -- I had a slice of pie and a couple of pieces of brownies, rather than setting myself to consume the leftovers (my normal party response -- yes, I have an issue with willpower).
Current progress: I appear to be down 3 pounds. At that rate, it will take me about six months to hit my goal. (Yes, you can probably get a rough idea about what I weigh, or at least what I want to lose. I don't terribly care.)
Next week, I hook up the DDR mat and start exercising again. Because... well, I'm dying on the hills around here, and softball starts in six months.
The one sad thing is that I can't make Schadenfreude Pie for Bush's Last Day in Office. Well, I can, but it just gives a reminder that "joy at others' misfortune" is closely linked to "you will regret this later, no matter how good it is now", and I don't think that's the type of symbolism I want for the next four years.
Maybe having a journal for projects will get me writing/drawing again. Crocheting isn't a problem, because I usually do it while chatting with people. But I generally can't keep a chat program on top while doing other things.
* I hate buying clothing. I've adapted to buying pants because they are simple (I know the brands that fit me, and there's maybe five colors and three styles), but shirts force me into a 'too many choices -- brain shuts down' mode. My solution is to keep an eye on the sales racks, pick up anything in my size that isn't ugly as heck (thus, knocking the choices down to something sane, as most stuff on sale is ugly as heck or not in my size), and wear it until there's holes at the seams. This requires maintaining a constant body size for years, which really is probably good for me for health reasons anyway.
So, my New Year's Resolution (other than the one about writing and drawing, which I need to work on) is to get back into shape and start eating less crap. (Mainly because I am far above what a person for my height and any build should weigh, and I get winded climbing the hills around here.) I'm doing Weight Watchers, mostly because Mom recommended them and I tried it in high school when I was getting irritated about having gone up a pants size*. That and it lets me occasionally have sweets -- I'm a bit addicted to chocolate. (Tea, desserts and books are my three vices. Even the internet does not compare, as I've proven I can go days without the internet, but it takes an act of will to get me out of a bookstore without a purchase.)
Anyway, I'm discovering the main purpose of a diet is to give me something to focus on when I think about having a snack. Apparently making myself write everything down, with guidelines as to 'this is when you've had too many calories/grams of fat/etc. today' really helps. I mean, I even survived Patrick's Post-Defense party -- I had a slice of pie and a couple of pieces of brownies, rather than setting myself to consume the leftovers (my normal party response -- yes, I have an issue with willpower).
Current progress: I appear to be down 3 pounds. At that rate, it will take me about six months to hit my goal. (Yes, you can probably get a rough idea about what I weigh, or at least what I want to lose. I don't terribly care.)
Next week, I hook up the DDR mat and start exercising again. Because... well, I'm dying on the hills around here, and softball starts in six months.
The one sad thing is that I can't make Schadenfreude Pie for Bush's Last Day in Office. Well, I can, but it just gives a reminder that "joy at others' misfortune" is closely linked to "you will regret this later, no matter how good it is now", and I don't think that's the type of symbolism I want for the next four years.
Maybe having a journal for projects will get me writing/drawing again. Crocheting isn't a problem, because I usually do it while chatting with people. But I generally can't keep a chat program on top while doing other things.
* I hate buying clothing. I've adapted to buying pants because they are simple (I know the brands that fit me, and there's maybe five colors and three styles), but shirts force me into a 'too many choices -- brain shuts down' mode. My solution is to keep an eye on the sales racks, pick up anything in my size that isn't ugly as heck (thus, knocking the choices down to something sane, as most stuff on sale is ugly as heck or not in my size), and wear it until there's holes at the seams. This requires maintaining a constant body size for years, which really is probably good for me for health reasons anyway.
