Yes, a poorly reworked Beatles song today inspired the title of my post. Don’t kill me, copyright people!
So today over my morning bowl of oats…
… I started thinking about New Year’s Resolutions. Well, why are they only for New Year? When I woke up fighting off a cold this morning, I slept in, as that was the healthiest thing to do. But what about the other days when I have chosen to sleep in because I was tired or skipped a workout because I was sore? That is bullshit, Meredith. Wake up and smell the Diet Coke: It is time to get out my comfort zone and push myself again.
I’ve written on here before about exercise guilt, trying not to let my weight dictate me, and how no food is a “bad food”. Well of course I still feel this way, I am not about to get all crazy and start some crazy fad diet (like this one?). But I need to recognize that I have been slacking and, while I have made it so far, I still have a goal weight in mind and these last 10-15 lbs are not going to come off easily. This will not be a piece of cake (literally). This is going to be a fight to the finish. So here I am, in May, making a New Me Resolution (or, Re-Resolution).
I do hereby resolve to stop whining and being a pansy-ass girl who thinks she looks bad in all of her clothes. I will stop bitching every time I don’t want to exercise and realize that, in the time I spent complaining, I could have had a perfectly good workout. I resolve to get my butt out of bed, even when my eyelids are drooping, and get my half marathon training done. I resolve to sneak less food and continue to make healthy choices with what I eat. I resolve to respect my body and, through proper diet and exercise, honor my body’s need to be fit and healthy. I resolve to finish what I started and become the best version of myself that I can be.