The Commander and I are listening to the Sugar Hill Gang- she is dancing and I am sipping a cup of coffee readying myself for a busy day. Over the past few weeks we have discovered that the Commander also loves Fat Joe, Coolio and, gulp, MC Hammer. She likes, to a far lesser degree, Outkast and the Black Eyed Peas. Our new morning ritual involves a lot of old school music, dancing and, today, eating sequins off the floor.
Our new year's eve was delightful. We put the Commander to bed early and Mr. Bitch and I had fantastic time enjoying each other's company. I love that he is employed again - its so wonderful on the dynamic of our relationship and I am so much more relaxed knowing that I am not the solo breadwinner. It feels like we can settle into strong, positive routines.
Speaking of which, its time for me to stop eating like I used to. I fully gained more than five pounds and the size six pants that were baggy are barely zipping. I fell off the wagon for three weeks and ate in old ways and now pay the price feeling like a stuffed sausage in denim casings and carrying extra fat everywhere. So, its back on track - I have size four jeans to wear before the end of the month. In some ways it was an interesting opportunity to visit my past and see just how I ate my way to seventy extra pounds... I am clearly an anxiety eater. So cookie dough is out of the house, meals have been prepared and waiting for rushed dinner times, and produce is stocked - in other words not more excuses.
To that end, not more drinking the calorie-laden red wine until I reach my goal- now 15-20 pounds away. I am also putting my practices into effect for spending - my final vice is horrible shopping habit. I criticize capitalism all the way to the discount store. Anyway, I have the need for nothing at this point- I have the new and smaller wardrobe (after a lifetime of plus sizes its a joy to see sixes, eights and some fours hanging in my closet), all I need personally - the only purchase exceptions will be gear for the business, but then, that's an entirely different account.
So that is life in the new year. Really a gentle extension of what is already in motion.
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