I just got off the eliptical machine and am wondering why it’s such a killer. I only distanced 1.6 miles and burned 221 calories, yet I feel as though I might pass out! I had to stick my head out the door in sub-zero weather just now when I let out the dogs. And I am still sweating profusely!
I have been feeling badly since yesterday about my bragging remark. I just want to clarify. I mostly feel uncomfortable with it myself. That’s not to say that I never will share something about my kids, my husband, or even myself that has made me proud. I just have to be really excited to toot my own horn. It’s called personality, and mine tends to be a little neurotic in certain departments.
As for others, bragging only bothers me when it is constant and is never shared alongside any of life’s realities. Life is not always a bag of chips and a soda. Sometimes it’s scorching hot coffee and a burnt cinnamon roll, right? And as for those Christmas “brag letters”…I tend to disagree with my friend in Oregon who cannot stand them. I approach the mail box with childish enthusiasm as I anticipate each and every one at Christmas (except for the four-page, single-spaced, shoot-me-now one whose author shall remain unnamed!).
So, all of the above said, I want to talk now briefly about new year’s resolutions. I thought a lot about mine while beaming at the colorful explosion of fireworks over our downtown the other night. I am keeping my goals pretty simple this year. First, I resolve to be a better mom and wife. I recently ran across “A Child’s Ten Commandments to Parents.” It is now posted on my fridge and serves as a set of good reminders for my parenting. I especially try to pay attention to the “commandments” regarding nagging of kids and letting housekeeping wait. These are two of my biggest challenges when it comes to mothering.
Second, I want to run a half-marathon this year. I have decided that saying I want to lose weight or lose x-number of pounds isn’t working. Hopefully the weight loss will come with working toward the race. I am so tired of avoiding cameras and going through a million outfits, trying to find the one that makes me feel the least overweight, when I get ready to go out. But why the half-marathon in particular? I have always wanted to run and never had the confidence. I am ready to prove to myself that this uncoordinated goof can be a little bit athletic. You could say it’s part of my bucket list.
Anyhow, I’ll leave my post today with a photo of my mom’s Christmas tree platter that she made for a gathering. I found a picture of one on Pinterest, and she replicated it. I think it turned out very cute! (See! I CAN brag!)