Guess who’s jumping on the “Let’s Lose Weight Because It’s The New Year And We’re Really Fat” band wagon!
If you guessed Team Abby Gabs, then you’d be 100% right!!
Of course, we’re not doing it just because it’s January. Yes, everybody else is bustling to their local 24-hour gymnasiums, buying stock in fad diet books, and venturing out in the wee hours to buy bigger stretchy pants for their afternoon jogs. But that’s not the reason we’re doing it.
Between the two of us, Brian and I definitely need to lose some weight. It seems there’s some sort of mathematical equation that involves increasing ages, decreasing activity levels, and expanding waist lines.
(Other than Oprah, that guy on the Biggest Loser, and Richard Simmons?)
At any rate, we’ve got our work cut out for us. The bad news? We’ve got at least 125 pounds to lose between the two of us. And that’s a low-ball number.
The good news? (Fortunately, there’s more good news than bad.) Brian is home 4 days a week now, so we actually have time to dedicate to fitness. And, better than that, he’s totally on board with the whole thing. In fact, he’s the one really driving us to start ASAP. (Had it not been for the monkey flu of death, we would have started at the ‘official’ beginning of the year. Whatever that means.)
Brian is so keen, he even posted the following on Facebook over the weekend:
(It’s ok. You can gag over my response. We tend to be way mushier than most couples, both in real life and on social media websites. We can’t help it—we strive to annoy people with our ooey-gooey-ness.)
I’m not going to lie, when I threw in the towel in 2012, there were several different reasons for it, none of them very good ones. The main reason, I’m ashamed to admit, was my own lack of conviction. Pair that with several extenuating circumstances (being dumped unceremoniously by someone I considered a dear friend, stress over Brian’s last semester of nursing school, my overall knack for excellent laziness, and the temptation of food-oh-so-glorious-food) and what little bit of success I had early last year has been all but erased.
So, we’re starting 2013 with a new slate. The fridge has been emptied of all junk food and refilled with fruit, lean meats, and plenty of vegetables. Our schedules are being created around planned exercise excursions. We plan on joining a local gym in the next several weeks so that we have somewhere to go for our workouts. (Because no matter what they tell you, as convenient as working out at home can be, it’s way too easy for us Lazy Pants People to come up with an excuse not to do it.)
Our only rules going into this new phase of our lives?
1) To concentrate on how we feel physically, and how our clothes fit, and how much energy we have–NOT a number on a scale.
2) To help each other through daily cravings, and allow ourselves to cave every now and then, for the sake of our own sanity.
3)To support each other completely, no matter what.
That’s our plan for now. I’m sure you’ll hear about it on the blog from time to time. And maybe, just maybe, if I’m a perfect wife, I can convince Brian to do a video blog with me to talk about our journey.
But I’m not making any promises, people. He’s not shy, but he’s not necessarily ready for his close-up yet either, Mr. Demille.