Out of the box
Tuesday, January 06, 2015
Now that I'm a mother I've come to appreciate Christmas in a new way. There is nothing like seeing the joy on my daughter's face when she realizes that "santa" did indeed eat the rice krispy treats we left out for him, her joy increasing with the unwrapping of each present. And spending Thanksgiving with my large, extended family, enjoying good wine, good food and even better conversation always ranks amongst my happiest memories of the year. But New Year's has long been my favorite holiday. It's the promise of a new beginning, a frest start at life that is always so alluring to me. Each year I regale my friends with my long list of never fulfilled resolutions, most of them forgotten by the end of January. And each year, at the top of my list is the same goal: lose weight.
There are many reasons I still haven't lost the last 30 pounds, the most important being...I'm not happy.
I haven't been happy in a long, long time.
I have a daughter and partner I love very much but...not much else. I have no career, or even just a job outside of the home, having given that up when I got pregnant 6 years ago. I have a degree in psychology that I've never used and a dream of being a writer that I've never pursued because unfortunately, I've never had much faith in myself.
But I'm ready to make a change.
I'm ready to make a LOT of changes and I'm ready to start today.