Such are the joys of healthy promises...

I'm beginning the new year with a HUGE promise to myself.  I hate to call it a resolution, although I am quite resolute, but it is a promise I fully intend to keep.  This past year has been wracked with physical and mental stresses for me...none are extremely serious, but they are enough to inspire me to create a whole life change for myself, for Jeff, and for any future additions to our twosome.  The truth is, I'm sick of my life as it now stands...

Sick.

Sick.

Sick.

I am sick of wallowing in the slump in which I've found myself...I don't eat as well as I could, I don't exercise as much as I should...and if I would only do something about it, my life would be so much more productive (and pleasurable).

I am sick of making excuses for why I am not as skinny as I could be...I'm not worried about being skinny anymore.  I am focusing on being as healthy as possible and feeling as good as possible.  So far, 2011 is off to a great start.

I am sick of not loving myself enough...I deserve people's respect; sometimes I see people stare, and I've had twerpy kids say things to me at the mall as I walked through the food court.  It cuts you down, and though I have always tried to keep my head up, I have found myself starting to believe those cuts.  No more.  I deserve my own respect more than anyone else's. 

I am sick of not living life to the fullest...Or, not being able to.  Life is worth living, worth enjoying, worth treasuring-and I plan to live, enjoy, and treasure every moment of 2011.

So...how do I plan to exert this HUGE promise? 

I've done it before; I lost 25 pounds for the wedding (but I've proceeded to gain a good amount of that back.)  My second go will be much more permanent: a new life for me...for Jeff...and as I said, for any future additions.

This is Day 2 of the Weight Watchers lifestyle, and it's AMAZING what an immediate difference I feel.  I feel a thousand times better than I did at this time last week.  I've gotten more done around and outside of the house than I have in the last month.  The difference at this point is more mental than physical-but I feel good.  There's no doubt about it; feeling this good helps me know that my promise will stick.

One residual benefit of my new promise: Jeff's now eating healthier, too.  We need this structure.  Even though he is not doing WW with me, he automatically eats better (for the sheer fact that I don't buy the foods that brought us down before).