The holidays are quickly approaching and this year I vow to not fall off the workout wagon. This will be a really hard challenge for me. There’s so many parties and dinners coming up I don’t know if my healthy living lifestyle will survive. I’ve devised a plan to keep me from falling completely off the wagon. Here’s what I came up with:
Keep my workout schedule as close to normal as possible. Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday are usually my workout days. I doubt I will see a workout on Thanksgiving so my plan is to go on Wednesday and get a good bit of cardio in. This should lessen my guilt when I sit down to Thanksgiving dinner.
Plan my cheat days in advance. Friday and Saturday are my splurge days. I try to eat very clean Sunday through Thursday and slack off on my cheat days. It keeps me sane. The holidays don’t fall on my cheat days to I plan to adjust. Next week Thursday and Friday will be my cheat days and I pray it doesn’t roll over into Saturday.
Practicing portion control. Though I would love to eat an entire plate of dressing, I won’t. Nor will I eat three small plates of dressing consecutively. This year I plan to eat normal and maybe even smaller portions
Make my favorite foods healthier. I’m on the hunt for healthier ways to make my favorite dishes. Instead of fat soaked collard greens I’ll make roasted green beans and instead of sweet potato soufflé I will make baked sweet potatoes. Baby steps, baby steps.
I will NOT obsess over the scale! The truth is, I probably will gain a couple of pounds during the holidays, but it’s ok. If I stick to my plan the cardio will hopefully balance out my meals. If not, there’s always that New Year’s resolution to lose weight (lol).
As the saying goes: If you fail to plan, then you plan to fail. Wish me luck! I can already taste the yummy desserts, mac and cheese, dressing, and cocktails.
What’s your plan to stay on the workout wagon through the holidays? Share it!
As I celebrate another birthday I’ve learned to embrace age. Today I’m not 30 plus 2, I am 32 and proud of it! Today I am much wiser than last year. I will count the steps in front of me instead of dwelling in those already taken. My new tradition is to celebrate my success and accomplishments on each birthday. The older I get the more fabulous I become. Here’s a nod to the awesomeness that was 31:
I learned to swim and tackled my fear of water
Since I learned to swim, I could snorkel at the barrier reef with sharks and stingrays. How cool is that?!
Ran my first and subsequently second 5K. I can’t say it’s my favorite form of exercise but it’s a new challenge
Gained 10 pounds, but lost a total of 13 so I’m actually thinner now than last year.
At the encouragement of a few friends I finally started this blog and I am so glad I did
31 was a great year and I can’t wait to experience 32. I challenge you to live for the future and not dwell in the past. Why would I want to be younger when I just get more awesome with every birthday?
I couldn’t let October pass without giving my two cents on the marketing machine known as Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I think it’s great that there’s an emphasis on creating awareness, but as we know, all attention isn’t good attention. Though October has been the month of awareness since 1985 it’s not been until the last decade that marketers decided to make it “sexy” and “cool” to go pink. It teeters on the line of awareness and exploitation.
Everyone has something pink to sell these days. You can find office supplies, gadgets, accessories, even groceries adorned in pink! There are athletes decked out in it, buildings lit up with it, and stores dedicated to it. What I don’t see are stories putting a face to this terrible disease. Do you know how much of your money from that pink whatever is going towards real cancer research? My guess is 10%. If they’ve already reached their goal for the year it may be 0%. In some cases these products aren’t even affiliated with breast cancer research. As a marketer I get it. We’re “cause” marketing, but as a woman I just feel exploited.
It’s not enough that I live with the fear that breast cancer may one day strike me or my family, but I also live with the memory of a loved one who did not win the fight. Until you’ve witnessed breast cancer firsthand you have no idea how devastating this disease is. Lung cancer I understand, skin cancer makes sense, but breast cancer has no rhyme or reason. As I think about my grandmother’s last day on earth after fighting so hard to beat cancer only to have it re-occur more vicious than before there’s no pink anything in this world that could erase that pain. I honor her not with tattoos, decals, or trendy things, but by living my life in a way that would make her proud, not just in October.
As you buy your pink products put a little thought behind it. If you want to support breast cancer research just give directly to an organization. For many companies their pink looks more like green to me. Capitalizing on the pain of others under the guise charity is deplorable. I refuse to help them pad their profits in the name of breast cancer and urge you to join me. Since it’s almost November I’m sure we’ll be on to the next cause pretty soon. I’m sure next October will be even pinker.
I made this in honor of my grandmother who lost her fight in September of 2002. Her fight is my motivation.