This is an issue that’s really close to my heart.
I’m not overweight, per se, but I’m just not happy with where my body is at this point. I also have a 2 year old. On top of that, I live in Florida, and am _very_sensitive to excessive sunlight and heat. If I get too hot, I’ll pass out. Not very good to do when jogging a couple of miles with a toddler in a stroller .
I also have a horrible track record for daily commitments (like setting aside time for exercising with a video, or taking a vitamin, or writing in a diary…). Such things usually don’t make it past the 2nd or third day.
So, I’ve decided that the way to go is to make small lifestyle changes, so that I can basically confuse my body into allowing me to force it to submit to my will.
Here’s what I’ve done so far:
1. Switched to diet soda. I hate aspartame, but the grocery store brand makes theirs with Splenda. It’s not bad – in fact, I really like the Black Cherry flavour. I hope to kick the stupid habit soon, but fighting against 25 years of cola-wars indoctrination isn’t as easy as it sounds.
2. I hung a sign on my refrigerator at the suggestion of a fellow Jelly: “Are you hungry, or are you bored?”
3. I simply don’t buy the sugary snacks that I know I’m going to crave. Oreos being the major culprit. And doughnuts. And brownies. Do I have moments of serious frustration at having nothing to “munch on”? Yes. What do I do? Either eat nothing, or share some celery sticks with my Wonder Pets obsessed little boy.
4. From the time my son wakes up from his afternoon nap, to when my husband gets home from work, Nick Jr. goes off, and the music channels on the TV go on. We get a good couple of hours of silly dancing in while I’m cleaning the house. I taught him the “Locomotion” yesterday.
My next feats are going to be such things as buying a Bento box for myself, to control my portion sizes (a big problem I have is just eating way too much at one sitting), and breaking myself of the idea that I have to eat something for my son to want to eat. Sometimes I’m not hungry for breakfast. Why am I cooking three scrambled eggs instead of one?