Aah it's that time of the month.....sorry I mean year! I know what you were thinking but really there is nothing exciting about that time of the month.....to me. You may have other ideas.
The month of January brings with itself sooo much promise! New year new me... new goals new aspirations, out with the old in with the new, new ambitions etc.
Come February the newness has worn off and we are back to our old ways. It's funny how this excitement usually lasts 30 days. A coach (one of many who gave up trying) once mentioned to me... you have to do something consistently for 45 days for it to become a habit. Well, I am in the habit of forgetting the last 15 days of that practice. Who is going to break that habit I always ask.
Anyways we are yet in January, and I am yet in the "new me" phase so please don't burst my bubble. Every January like clockwork I make a resolution to become healthier. Now many years and many pounds later, I am still here. The needle on that scale seems to keep moving in the wrong direction, However, one must not give up and trudge along! So here I am on a Friday night at 8:30 PM with a glass of water in hand (instead of a Martini) sitting at my computer table as opposed to a bar table writing about my new year's resolutions and the significant effort it takes to stick to them.
I have paid more than $200 and downloaded the latest and greatest apps. researched all the low carb recipes a vegetarian can probably eat in his/her lifetime and made a promise to myself to be more active. Walk 3 miles a day - I will. That was yesterday, today I don't feel like going the extra mile - pun intended.
I am about to take a trip soon in February, a dear friend asked how are you going to continue your intermittent fasting while traveling? I boldly answer, "Oh, that's in February. I'm out of the danger zone. By that time IF will be history too."
The hardest are those evenings that follow a stressful day....I am itching to reach for that glass of wine. However, come 7 PM dinner has to be chowed down and I barely make it to the finish line. It is not a marathon it's a sprint man - from study table to kitchen table to dinner table. Once dinner is done, I am satisfied for all of 30 minutes and then the cravings for that glass of wine set in again. My poor spouse and kids know when it's time to steer clear of the crazy one. Even the dog knows to scurry into his little corner and disappear out of sight.
"Going on a road trip, are you? Why don't I make you a cup of tea - one for the road." a dear friend asks as we head out of town for a weekend........I all of a sudden go silent, that poor woman thinks she has offended me somehow. I think, mull, debate... how can I have chai AND continue my IF. Suddenly it dawns, I can't, there is no way around Father Time. I have to do my 16 hours of prison time. With much anguish I whisper the word "No" as I slump back in my chair - defeated. Even I had difficulty hearing the words coming out of my mouth as I resigned to my fate.
"Don't you worry" she says. "February is round the corner ".
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