Remember the tree? The one that saved the Christmas spirit for me? It died the other day. My little crooked tree just toppled over one night. I thought it was leaning a little. We thank it for giving its life, but could it just have waited until I got the ornaments off of it?
Just when I had a post ready about taking down our beloved ornaments while Christmas choral music played in the background. I have a glass of wine in my hand, singing along. I lovingly wrap each ornament in tissue paper and finally toasting, paying homage to a bare tree that we mercilessly cut down in the prime of its life thanking it for its fragrance and strong boughs. Really poetic stuff. Really. But this tree decided to go out in a dramatic ornament popping fashion.
Speaking of ornament popping, I wish the proto-teens (it's my new favorite word) would stop touching the tree at the school. Isn't it enough that they keep bouncing balls into the thing. One of them picked up an ornament and promptly dropped it. Silly human. Apologizing profusely, touch another one, and dropped that one too. Dumb proto-teen human.
Speaking of silly humans, I made the mistake of telling my MA kids that I weighed 165 pounds. I also made the mistake of telling them that my goal for the year was to become a healthier and stronger person. Not that I wanted to lose weight, but that I wanted a stronger, fitter body. I've always said that I wanted to maintain strength well into my eighties and my measure would be my ability to pick up a 50 pound bag of rice, or rock salt, or silly child.
My big mouth told them that I wanted them to become stronger too and that we were going to ramp up the calisthenics and do them together, and that they could watch my progress, and be impressed with my muscles, and that they could ask questions about my nutrition, that I would bring in a scale, watch my belly fat go down, take measurements....... WWwwhaaat!!! have I done?
Now. I. Have. To. Do. It. Unless I lied. Another resolution lie. Heinous.
But now, those proto-teens will swarm around me constantly asking me my progress. Disappointment in another adult that doesn't say what they mean. Yes! Continue with those great life lessons. Stupid adult human being.
I guess that's why I told them. It's my last ditch effort to set up a situation that I cannot get out of. It's not really fair to use them like this, using them as leverage against my 35 years of laziness. But proto-teens are relentless. Also I believe telling children a promise is like whispering a prayer in God's ear.
Plus OMG, I just told you. I guess I am going to have to deliver.
On that note: Weight: 165 lbs. Height: 5'5" Waist: 38 Chest: 38 Thigh: 24 Butt: 44
So far in 2010:
Drank three classes of water a day so far. I know that's low, but its way better than the four ounces I would drink every three days. A bit of dromedary in me. Will ramp up the water intake as time goes one.
Limited my coffee intake to two cups a day. Not too hard, but I love my warm drink in the winter, so I'm switching to teas.
Picked up a weight the other day. Actually I just moved it from one side of the room to the other. To a prominent place, where I would see it everyday, taunting me. Oh all right, come here little dumbbell. "Who you callin' a little dumbbell. You're the dumbbell. You're a big. fat. dumbbell!"
Did calisthenics with the proto-teens. Man, my abs are still kicking it. Just can't see them under the fat.
Trying to keep my insulin levels in check, so no more sweets, limited bread intake to just two slices a day, had oatmeal and an apple this morning, and took a walk.
So what am I looking to accomplish here.
- Get my digestive tract in good working order.
- To increase my stamina.
- To increase my fresh air intake, breath deeply people. I have a tendency to hold my breath.
- To rearrange pounds from fat to muscle.
- To regain some strength that this 51 year old has lost these last four years.
- To inspire my kids.
- To feel energized.
Now go away and go to UnMom and get your fill of RTT's.