Ahhh, another New Year's Day has come to a close. I'm sure that if someone has a statistic for the least productive day of the year, the first day of January has got to be in the top five. Speaking for my family, I can honestly say that we do nothing most New Year's Days...and today was no different. Slept in (nice!!), big breakfast with our friends, mimosa's, football and then the ride home. Then it was pizza for dinner and soon enough it was off to bed.
At the beginning of 2011 I wrote a blog post and talked about not having lots of resolutions for the new year. I simply said that I was going to do things "different." Well, one year later I'm not so sure what I was thinking when I said different, but definitely different works for how things went in 2011. Whatever though...2011 is now one for the history books.
As for 2012, I'm back to resolutions. Not crazy, difficult resolutions, but goals and hopes for this coming year. This year I have resolved the following:
Read More! Reading is one of my favorite past times that for the last few years has spent way too much time on the back burner. I really want to make it a priority for myself this year and I'm ready. I've got my Kindle...a pile of books...and even used a cool new site www.goodreads.com to set a reading goal and there even seems to be some cool stuff to help track your goal, pick new books and make a reading list. Let's see how that goes.
Cooking resolutions. Yes, I have made some cooking resolutions. Weird, maybe, but I've been enjoying my cooking adventures for the past year and writing about them - so this year I'm going to try some cooking fun that I've never done before. I want to make a crown roast, bake a souffle, make bread from scratch (not using a bread maker) and attempt to make my own pasta. I think I may try a ravioli. Keep your eyes out on my foodie blog for how it comes out (What are we having for dinner tonight at http://jenndepauw.tumblr.com/)!!
Practice more self-preservation tactics. It's not about losing weight, working out more, blah, blah, blah. 2012 is about being better with the things that should be routine. 2011 was not a bad year in terms of fitness, this year I'm going to commit a little more. I've been eating right, so I'm going to kick that up a bit more, too. Most importantly - I'm going to pay more attention to sleep and rest. It's so important and I really do feel better when I get the right amount of sleep. Over the last year it's painfully obvious that focusing on exercise, rest and eating right helps a ton...and I'm in a lot less pain on a regular basis.
Stress Less. Easier said then done, but I'm going to try. I'm still working on the game plan, but I have a few ideas. I'll definitely report back.
All in all, 2012 us that new blank canvas. 365 days that are unknown and open to our interpretation. I hope I can always be so optimistic by what New Year's means, because I really like the way this feels.
So...what have you resolved for the new year?
Cheers to 2012!
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Sunday, January 1, 2012
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Just a Quick Update
Two weeks ago I wrote about needing to have a fresh start on the road to a healthier, better me. I am happy to report back that two weeks later the results have been great. Fourteen days of fresh food, veggies, reduced complex carbs, reduced caffeine and sugar has yielded a great result…my body feels amazing. I am sleeping better, have more energy and my left arm twitch is the most under control it’s been in years…oh and the best part – 7lbs are gone.
The journey needs to continue though, now is not the time to derail. I will continue to follow this path and see where it takes me…wish me luck, and hang tight for the next update.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Is rock bottom really the place to start?
Ever get to that place where you go to get dressed for work and you have two clothing choices in your closet? Now, I’m not saying literally (because my closet is full. Ok, over full, but who’s counting…okay I counted Chad’s shirts once, but I’m sure you get my point!)…where was I? So, two choices out of a full closet; and you ask yourself how this could even remotely be possible. Didn’t you just buy a new pair of pants? A new shirt? Hmmm, how did this happen?
And that would be where I sit. But I have no intention of staying here very long. I have picked myself up, dusted myself off and am moving in a positive direction. Been here, done this. But hey, it’s a journey and I’m never one to say no to a journey. The only thing is – I want it to be different this time. I want the reality on the outside to live up to the wishes, goals and dreams that go on inside my head. I need to get rid of the thoughts that haunt.
I have this fear. I have a fear that I am going to be “that mom”, the one that can’t keep up with her child. The one that is always out of breath and wanting to sit...the one that holds her child back so she doesn’t get left behind. And I’m mad at myself. I am mad that I have let it get this far out of control for me. This is where this turns into a very emotional place for me. And wow, this is getting much more serious and personal than I had set out to write.
Almost two years ago we lost Chad’s mom (one day I will devote an entire post to Judy, I promise! She was pretty cool in that mid-west woman kinda way!). Today in order to place the focus where it is relevant, I need to keep this simple. So for intents and purposes let’s just say that she did not take care of herself when she needed to. I have a feeling that by the time she realized this simple fact, it was too late to change her ways. Well, after she passed, I went through the grieving process and tried my best to help Chad through it as well. But, to be honest, after the sadness subsided…I was pissed! Yes, I know the step in the grieving process is “anger”…but I was more than angry! I was pissed because my son (who was only 1 at the time) is never going to know that he had such an amazing grandma and that she loved him so much. I kept wondering; if she knew that she was going to have this amazing little person in her life earlier, would she have done things different to give herself more time with him? Would she have taken better care of herself when it would have made a difference? Definitely rhetorical questions…but I realize it is one that I don’t want asked about me someday.
Now maybe it’s a little over dramatic, but there has to be a point where you stop asking the questions…where you just realize you can’t turn back, you have already gone way too far down that road. I however, do not want to find out where that point is. I need to fix it now. I need to take control of my life, of my health and of my future.
Starting today…that is what I am going to do!
So now we are in countdown mode. Countdown to my impending Bitchdom!
Two nights later, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. It does need to be said that I did have a fortunate detour on the diet trail through the “house of meat” – ok, so maybe not the house of meat, but a Brazilian Steak House (same thing!). It was nice to enjoy the evening out and I successfully did not have a cocktail - a feat for which I am very proud. But, all in all, the journey so far is pretty good. I am eating lots of healthy foods, no alcohol (for at least one week) and very, very limited caffeine. The best part is…that I am surviving. Hopefully tomorrow will go just as well.
rock-bot•tom [rok-bot-uh m]
-adjective
at the lowest possible limit or level; extremely low: rock-bottom prices.
And that would be where I sit. But I have no intention of staying here very long. I have picked myself up, dusted myself off and am moving in a positive direction. Been here, done this. But hey, it’s a journey and I’m never one to say no to a journey. The only thing is – I want it to be different this time. I want the reality on the outside to live up to the wishes, goals and dreams that go on inside my head. I need to get rid of the thoughts that haunt.
I have this fear. I have a fear that I am going to be “that mom”, the one that can’t keep up with her child. The one that is always out of breath and wanting to sit...the one that holds her child back so she doesn’t get left behind. And I’m mad at myself. I am mad that I have let it get this far out of control for me. This is where this turns into a very emotional place for me. And wow, this is getting much more serious and personal than I had set out to write.
Almost two years ago we lost Chad’s mom (one day I will devote an entire post to Judy, I promise! She was pretty cool in that mid-west woman kinda way!). Today in order to place the focus where it is relevant, I need to keep this simple. So for intents and purposes let’s just say that she did not take care of herself when she needed to. I have a feeling that by the time she realized this simple fact, it was too late to change her ways. Well, after she passed, I went through the grieving process and tried my best to help Chad through it as well. But, to be honest, after the sadness subsided…I was pissed! Yes, I know the step in the grieving process is “anger”…but I was more than angry! I was pissed because my son (who was only 1 at the time) is never going to know that he had such an amazing grandma and that she loved him so much. I kept wondering; if she knew that she was going to have this amazing little person in her life earlier, would she have done things different to give herself more time with him? Would she have taken better care of herself when it would have made a difference? Definitely rhetorical questions…but I realize it is one that I don’t want asked about me someday.
Now maybe it’s a little over dramatic, but there has to be a point where you stop asking the questions…where you just realize you can’t turn back, you have already gone way too far down that road. I however, do not want to find out where that point is. I need to fix it now. I need to take control of my life, of my health and of my future.
Starting today…that is what I am going to do!
So now we are in countdown mode. Countdown to my impending Bitchdom!
~pause~
Two nights later, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. It does need to be said that I did have a fortunate detour on the diet trail through the “house of meat” – ok, so maybe not the house of meat, but a Brazilian Steak House (same thing!). It was nice to enjoy the evening out and I successfully did not have a cocktail - a feat for which I am very proud. But, all in all, the journey so far is pretty good. I am eating lots of healthy foods, no alcohol (for at least one week) and very, very limited caffeine. The best part is…that I am surviving. Hopefully tomorrow will go just as well.
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