1) To chew bubble gum
2) kick ass
And I'm all out of bubblegum.
Okay, fine...the real resolutions were:
1) To write more
2) To lose the weight I gained back after losing 20 last year (it's about 12 pounds if you're keeping track)
So...resolution 1? Nailed it, because here it is the first day (REALLY...nobody counts the Friday the 2nd that was a laughable mandatory work day that was sparsely attended at best (except by my group) and CERTAINLY no customers were back yet to trouble my telephone) back from break and I'm writing. See? That's called willpower, people.
Resolution 2...I don't know what happened. Stress eating? Sometime after I lost the twenty...and I swear I did it the right way, watching what I ate, exercising daily (but not so much that it was a chore) I started just...materializing in front of the pantry. Maybe it was the Christmas cookies. Maybe it was that with the holidays upon us, I was so busy with holiday stuff that when free time for exercise popped into my schedule I was too exhausted. Maybe it was clash of clans. I don't know. But whatever it was, the weight slowly creeped back over the course of the last five months, and now I have to plant my staff of power (don't be weird, I'm channeling Lord of the Rings here) firmly in the bedrock and declare, Gandalf-style, "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" to any additional weight that thought it might creep back home to the comforting softness and warmth of my belly.
So I'm using myfitnesspal app again, as well as the Nike Fuel band I got for my birthday. And hopefully getting back to where I want to be.
Back to work, playing a little catch up, but then hopefully things will settle back into a comfortable routine.