You know how sometimes you look at your news feed and realize that your phone is listening to you?!?
It is.
It is so bad that if my husband and I have a good idea for a book or invention we write it down in a composition notebook because we don’t want “our phones” to steal it by watching our key strokes or listening to our conversation.
I’m talking to you too Siri! Don’t think I haven’t noticed!
In the last week though, instead of Facebook listening to me I think it has been talking to me. It started with these two posts right here.
Now listen. I know I am not “fat.” My jeans still fit. And if the number of squats and lunges I can do is any indicator, I could probably strangle a person between my thighs— if that was required for some reason. But I am seven pounds heavier than I was last Christmas. A very specific seven pounds. And though the seven pounds has fluctuated in the last 12 months, it has not returned to the number it was in 2017.
And also yes. I know what day it is. I went to church today so it is obviously Sunday. But knowing that the calendar flip is a global “reset” button for health and wellness, let’s just say I pay less attention to food and fitness than I should. And way less attention to time. There have been WAY more mimosas in the last week than like…ever before in the history of the world.
What can I say? I write a blog about exploring food and wine in DFW. And if I didn’t have a blog… well hell…I’d still be out exploring food and wine in DFW.
I have no one to blame for these seven pounds but myself.
So here is my obligatory “things are gonna change in 2019” New Year’s post. I am losing these seven pounds. You know what? Let’s just make it ten. I am losing TEN pounds this year!
I do want it noted for the record that I am losing these ten pounds for me alone and not for anyone else. But I am declaring this publicly because that is how I hold myself accountable.
Also this will not become a fitness blog. I have no desire to share my daily workouts with you. This is just a notice that when you see me 12 months from now, and for some reason attempt to lift me into the air, I will be ten pounds lighter.
And just like those posts got to talking to me this week, there were others that spoke up loud and clear too…
Life is meant to be lived. And I plan to enjoy every day God gives me.
I don’t workout because I hate my body. I work out because I love it. But I also like pizza, and wine, and tacos, so I just need to balance.
So Happy New Year everyone!
~From This Girl Here
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