I am not one for resolutions. The last one I made, much to the delight of my husband, was to try to do less clothes shopping. But then I got prego and needed a whole new maternity wardrobe so that didn’t last long.
This year I have decided that a resolution is necessary immediately, in order to combat my extreme laziness and insatiable appetite for entire frozen pizzas and Bud Light.
Since I stopped breastfeeding about a month and a half ago, my pants are getting a little tighter and the sad truth that I can no longer eat what I want and nurse/pump off the calories is setting in. It was fun while it lasted.
Pre-Reese, I worked out often and tried to eat semi-healthy. Now, going to the gym is no longer an option unless I want to wake up at 4:30 am (hells no.)
Thus, I have resolved to try to eat a little healthier, try to cook more (heating up frozen stuff doesn’t count) and do some sort of exercise where I can. Notice my use of the words/phrases “try”, “some sort” and “where I can.” Clearly, I am weary of setting myself up for failure.
So here we go.
Cheers to fewer cocktails, carbs and cookies, and more sweating, starving and stir-frying. Ugh.
Happy New Year!