Doing Things Differently

Doing Things Differently

A little over eight years ago, I met Jepeto. I was 36 and in the best shape of my life. I weighed a hundred and twelve pounds, worked out regularly, ate well and – although I was a smoker – had tons of energy and felt fantastic.

Eight years later, I’m 44 and haven’t worked out in at least six years. I’ve put on close to twenty pounds, eat too much junk and – although I quit smoking nearly a year ago – I have zero energy and feel like crap most of the time. Basically, I’m just a bathing cap away from this:

fat woman

So maybe I exaggerate a little. But just a little.

Seriously, I am so out of shape, I get winded just from blinking too fast.

So when I read my friend Meleah’s post a couple weeks back about how she was going to be Doing Things Differently starting November 4th and asking if anyone felt like joining in, I immediately realized that this was the perfect opportunity for me to get my butt in gear.

If you don’t know about Doing Things Differently, Meleah describes it this way: “It’s one task, per day, of your choice, that will enhance your life, except it should be something you wouldn’t normally do, which is why it’s called doing things differently.”

And while she is choosing to “exercise: my mind, body, and spirit – in order to feel better: mentally, physically, and emotionally.”, I opted to start with my physical self first… seeing as I don’t, as of yet, have quite enough saved up for the team of experts needed to work on my mental and emotional health.

So, today is Day 1. Yesterday, in preparation, I went grocery shopping with a very precise list in hand. Fruits, vegetables, lean meats – check. Anything with a ‘Pepperidge Farm’, ‘Mr Christie’ or ‘Frito Lay’ label was decidedly ignored.

Especially these. The force is strong in these. They will bring you to the dark side.

Especially these. The force is strong in these. Bring you to the dark side, they will.

Also? I signed up at a gym. Right around the corner from my office so there’s no excuse for not going. Today. Right after work.

Because I’ve decided enough is enough. I want to be one itsy bitsy teeny weeny black and white polka dot bikini away from this instead:

hot woman

Also, this picture makes me think bellybutton piercings might not be so ten years ago.

So, anyone else care to join in?






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