Another year older, another year fatter

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Today I’m 37. My life is definitely not the way I thought it would be. Oh, it’s not bad at all. In fact, it’s pretty damn good. But changes must be made.

This winter has been a hard one. Yeah, I’ve been to the gym here and there, but I’ve put my health and fitness on the backburner. I’ve been working more and sitting more and what has that got me? Fifteen pounds heavier and a sore back.

In my mind, I’m healthy and fit and running and lifting and dancing and playing with Riley. Then I look in the mirror or roll out of bed or feel a pain in my back while sitting at a hockey game and realize my mind is playing tricks on me.

And let’s not talk about the food – Mountain Dew, barbecue chips, fast food. No vegetables or fruits, little water. Thank goodness Riley takes after Ryan in her food tastes and not me.

I have to make changes or I’m going to keep going downhill. I don’t want to be 40 and unable to get out in the yard and throw the ball with Riley or jump on the trampoline or even walk around the block.

I’m waffling between doing Body for Life again or trying Weight Watchers and following the Lift Like a Man, Look Like a Goddess program. I like both workout plans, and I had good success on BFL. I also had good success with Weight Watchers when I tried it last year. What do you fitness gurus out there think? Any suggestions?

I also want to define my writing goals more clearly and focus more on creating a full-time freelance career. I want to be able to help Riley with her homework every night, read a book or two to her before she goes to bed, cook a decent meal for my family and not have to worry about getting back to work at 6:30 in the evening. I want to work while she’s at school and not while she’s at school and after she gets home every day.

Ryan and I also created a budget with the help of Dave Ramsey’s Total Money Makeover. We’ve done a good job this first month, and it hasn’t been too painful. I don’t know why we didn’t do this a long time ago.

So this time next year, I want to write about how I’m loving being a size 12, how much I love salads, how I’m getting more writing assignments than I can accept, and how we are debt-free and enjoying our lives even more.

Blowing out the candles on the cupcakes at my mom’s yesterday and blowing away the old year. Happy Birthday to me!

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