A New Year, A New You

I saw that slogan on some blog the other day. To think that some people get paid to come up with nonsense like that. Ridiculous. I heard a commercial the other day with a jingle that lasted about 90 seconds. You're not supposed to write a freakin song. Take a cue from Whoopi & Ray Liotta. Quick, simple, and all about pudding. You know, Corrina Corrina? Oh nevermind.

Anyway, so while I think New Years propaganda is highly overrated--no, you're not going to give up chocolate this year, and that whole "lose 50 lbs. by the high school reunion in March" will last through January, and then you'll get chocolates for Valentine's Day, and that will be the end of that. So I have to say, the fact that inspiration has struck me to better myself has nothing to do with the New Year being recently celebrated.

If you're a SAHM like me, you'll have days where you're ready to take on the world. And then you have days where you take advantage of your free downloads off Netflix and watch 4 movies in one day until you realize that your husband (who shares the account) can see all the activity on the account when he's on his lunch break. So as soon as he gets home, you're bustling around, trying to look busy and convince him that's what you've been at all day. You know, if that's ever happened to you...

So, yesterday was a marathon movie day. I can't tell you how much of a lazy bones it makes me feel like. We have a pile of laundry in our bedroom that is blocking the entrance to the bedroom. I'm having to make dinner in the laundry room because there's no room on the kitchen counters. And instead of vacuuming the carpet, I just let the baby roll around in a velcro suit to pick up all the dog hair. And last night, I'd had enough. You'll NEVER guess when the inspiration hit. I was watching one of those movies you have to watch with the door locked and pray your husband never finds out about. NOT THAT KIND! The other kind. I don't mean steamy let's-take-our-clothes-off-even-though-I-forgot-your-last-name kind of movie. I mean the REALLY embarrassing kind of movie. I was watching Step Up 2 The Streets. Don't laugh! I am a sucker for "new kid at a prep school" kind of movies. And of course there's the cute guy, and then there's this awesome chick that will take on the 100 year old prep school so that she can just dance the way she wants to. Anything that roughly fits the format. Ooo, Center Stage--another winner in that department. I just love dance movies. The thing is, all of those movies have these very well toned girls in these cute leg warmers and off-the-shoulders 80s tops, and sweatbands. Ok, no sweatbands. But I would wear a sweatband if I danced.

So after watching that, I just realize how sedentary a lifestyle I live. I mean, I'm constantly achey and sore, but I sit at the computer most of my day. And my mom is incredulous at all the things my daughter gets into but...now that she's more mobile (the baby, not my mom), it's getting potentially dangerous. And I'm blown away that even though I've been dieting, I don't feel thinner. And last time I totally did. But last time I was walking at least once a day, and trying to do the elliptical 30 minutes a few times/week. And last night I determined it was time to get back to it. Let's get physical.

So every morning I'm going to do some sort of up and at em routine--elliptical, crunches, anything. I even have a big workout ball from when I had the baby. It will be so much easier when it gets warm because we love taking walks. But I am not waiting! It's time to feel better! It's time to be the mom my daughter needs! It's time to lose the weight that's bugging me!

Ok, I need to go take a breather. All those exclamation points wore me out.