Resolution time! Oh boy, first ... accountability for 2014. Here are links to last year's resolutions in case you really care to see (post 1 and post 2). Um, it was lousy. At least if we are going by a strict, did I do these to 100% standard of accountability. In my defense, this past year involved a new baby, a failed adoption, a job change, selling a house, buying a new house, and remodeling. So, yeah, it was a crazy year. So here is what I want to say about accountability for my 2014 resolutions: they helped me do better than I otherwise would have. No, I didn't read scriptures every single day. But I did read the entire Book of Mormon this year and quite a lot of the Old Testament, too. And while we didn't do FHE every week, we did it WAY more than ever before and on a pretty consistent basis to the point here I honestly think we can achieve a goal of weekly FHE for 2015. I read quite a few really excellent books but I didn't keep track very well so I can't say for sure whether I met my 2-books-a-month goal. My guess is that I was close but not quite there. We did lots of date nights and special family outings so I'm going to say that we accomplished those goals. Anyhoosier, enough about 2014. Let's move on to 2015 resolutions.
So, first off, I want to say that these resolutions are not about overhauling my life. I don't want a life-makeover at this point or anything. Most of these are more about tweaking and refining some practices that I am already working on. Not that I am saying I am so great or anything: I just don't think making unrealistic goals that I have very little hope of achieving is going to do me a heck of a lot of good at this point in my life.
Spiritual:
* Go the temple quarterly. I would love to say monthly, but, well, let's just say I'm hoping to take an underpromise and overdeliver approach to this goal.
* Daily scripture study. Yes, daily. I really, really want to get that one down.
* Weekly FHE.
Physical:
* I think I've got the exercising 3+ times a week thing down pretty well. But it is always in the gym. So I want to set a resolution to get some exercise outdoors at least once a week. It doesn't even have to be a workout. I want to do Saturday morning runs outside some weekend or going for family walks in the evenings now that Clara has got some speed under her using her scooter or go hiking or play tennis or something.
* Lose weight. I'm not going to be more specific about this on the blog.
* Look into braces. If I could change one thing about myself, it would be my smile. Its super embarrassing to admit, but totally true. This has a significant financial aspect to it that might make it a non-starter from the get-go, but I'm hoping 2015 is the year to get going on this.
Family:
* Date night with Paul 2x/month (or more - hopefully more, since we love date nights). We are hoping to do more of these in SF and try out some of the amazing restaurants there. We have had a bunch of recommendations from friends and are excited about this one. It is so easy to get so caught up with parenting and work and life and forget to set time aside for each other without any distractions (not that I think of the girls as distractions, but you know what I mean) and it is important to us to maintain and nurture our marriage by taking time for the two of us to connect in a meaningful way.
* Travel outside the U.S. with the girls. This has been on my resolutions list for years, really, and hasn't happened yet. But because of that we have got some decent travel rewards accrued AND if we are going to do this it would be nice to do before Rose turns 2 and we have to pay for her airfare also, so maybe 2015 is the year to make this happen.
* Remodel the kitchen, living, and family rooms.
Personal:
* Read at least one book each month, maybe two. And read a variety of literature - something classic, some non-fiction, a play, YA, etc.
* Find other avenues to expand my mind and talents - practice the piano more, listen to podcasts, try something new (I learned to do handstands in 2014 and LOVED it), learn to make panna cotta, go skiing, see play, swim in the ocean, etc. I know this goal is way underdeveloped and loosey-goosey, but I want to keep it flexible while I am figuring it out and seeing what I can do while maintaining other priorities and taking care of my little family. I like how this approach worked in 2014 because it opened me up to new possibilities of things that I otherwise might now have done, like performing in the Nutcracker.
* Get more sleep. Seriously, I need to focus on this goal. I need start going to bed before 11:00 on a regular basis (10:00 is the goal). In order to do this, I have a couple of other sub-goals that need to happen - watch less tv, do dishes, laundry, living room clean up earlier in the evening so I don't end up staying up late to clean the kitchen/laundry/living room because it is driving me bonkers.
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Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Resolutions for 2014
I never blogged about New Year's resolutions last year, which is sort of a bummer because I like looking back on them and evaluating how I did. Or how I didn't. My guess for this past year is pretty lousy. Oopsy.
Anyway, for 2014 here are the resolutions I am thinking about:
Physical
- Run a legitimate race like a 10k or a half-marathon. One where I actually pay an entry fee and get a t-shirt or something like that. I did really well this past year working on my overall fitness and have consistently been going to the gym 3-5 days a week the entire year (not that I lost a lot of weight or anything in 2013 - I lost some but I have an unfortunate tendency to feel like I can eat anything I feel like just because I put in some mileage or did a kickboxing class that day). I haven't done tons of racing in the past and I know I am crazy slow, but still, I like the feeling of race days. I like being with other people, feeling athletic, and being a part of something. Not sure when and where and how I will accomplish this goal, but 2014 is the year I am going to make it happen. Maybe I'll even get really gutsy and do two races.
- Get some control over my sweet tooth. I'm not about to "give up" anything but I'm going to scale back on desserts. I started down this road last year and did great for the first three months of the year before backsliding. What seems to work well for me is to save the sweets for the weekend. I don't know why I seem to think that every meals requires some sort of dessert to be complete because it totally isn't true and I know that, but I don't live it. Time to make that lifestyle change and stick with it.
Spiritual
- Read the scriptures daily. For reals though. Not just like, "oh, I'm going to do this" and then I bail on it because I find myself going to bed late or on vacation or whatever. I plan to do it Every. Single. Day. I set this goal every year and then do okay for a while, then slack for a while, then get really good again, etc. It is a vicious cycle and we all do it, but I always feel more patient, happier, and more capable of handling the stresses of life when I am studying the scriptures on a daily basis.
- Go to the temple at least quarterly. Before Clara was born we made it every month for a long time, but we have really struggled to get to the temple since she has come along. Maybe we can find a group of friends in similar situations (parents who struggle to get to the temple because of young kids) and work something out to help each other with this goal.
- Do family home evening every week.
Financial
- Revamp/overhaul our budget and then stick to it for at least 3 months.
- Set better savings goals as part of that budget.
Mental
- Read 2 books each month. At least 4 books this year have to be non-fiction.
- Be a better patron of the arts. Go to at least two musical/theatrical/operatic/symphonic productions in 2014.
- Develop a talent. Enroll in a photography workshop or practice the piano and/or guitar on a regular basis or write more. The sort of thing that requires learning and stretching and challenging my mind. I'm still brainstorming this and how I want to accomplish it.
Personal
- Print blog books for 2011-2013.
- Keep a journal. Even if it just a little something in addition to this blog. Somewhere that I can record more of my personal feelings than what I put on display for the internets and blogospheres.
Family
- Do date night with Paul at least twice each month. We did a pretty good job with this last year thanks to an arrangement with our neighbors to swap nights for babysitting but I want to make sure we keep it up this year too. I don't know that we can commit to weekly date nights what with all that is going on for us right now but if we can do more than twice per month that would just be a bonus.
- Plan special family outings once a month (vacations count or going to the movies or a picnic in the park or going to the beach or something like that - just something that is different from the routine that we all do together).
For Clara
- Learn to count higher than 12 and to recognize the numbers 1-10 by sight.
- Figure out how to "ride" her purple balance bike that Santa brought her for Christmas.
- Start a new activity in addition to gymnastics - maybe soccer and/or ballet after she turns 3.
- Help out with household chores. She is already good about helping to set the table and clear the table so I think we are going to add in unloading the dishwasher (at least parts of it), picking up toys (we probably should have started focusing on this one a lot earlier), and maybe some others (not sure what chores are exactly best for a 2 1/2 year old to 3 1/2 year old but I'm wondering about teaching her to wipe counters or sweep the floor - all suggestions would be appreciated if other people have had success implementing chores for tots.)
- Continue to work on foundational reading skills (i.e., recognizing letters and the sounds they make).
- Learn how to properly hold scissors and crayons/pencils.
I think that all of the above is good for now. I might add to this list as we go on in the next couple of days but I figured I would post this now in case I just don't get back to it.
Oh, and I do still plan to blog about Christmas and post photos, etc. It is just going to have to wait a bit since we are still too busy enjoying our vacation time to bother with uploading pics and such.
Anyway, for 2014 here are the resolutions I am thinking about:
Physical
- Run a legitimate race like a 10k or a half-marathon. One where I actually pay an entry fee and get a t-shirt or something like that. I did really well this past year working on my overall fitness and have consistently been going to the gym 3-5 days a week the entire year (not that I lost a lot of weight or anything in 2013 - I lost some but I have an unfortunate tendency to feel like I can eat anything I feel like just because I put in some mileage or did a kickboxing class that day). I haven't done tons of racing in the past and I know I am crazy slow, but still, I like the feeling of race days. I like being with other people, feeling athletic, and being a part of something. Not sure when and where and how I will accomplish this goal, but 2014 is the year I am going to make it happen. Maybe I'll even get really gutsy and do two races.
- Get some control over my sweet tooth. I'm not about to "give up" anything but I'm going to scale back on desserts. I started down this road last year and did great for the first three months of the year before backsliding. What seems to work well for me is to save the sweets for the weekend. I don't know why I seem to think that every meals requires some sort of dessert to be complete because it totally isn't true and I know that, but I don't live it. Time to make that lifestyle change and stick with it.
Spiritual
- Read the scriptures daily. For reals though. Not just like, "oh, I'm going to do this" and then I bail on it because I find myself going to bed late or on vacation or whatever. I plan to do it Every. Single. Day. I set this goal every year and then do okay for a while, then slack for a while, then get really good again, etc. It is a vicious cycle and we all do it, but I always feel more patient, happier, and more capable of handling the stresses of life when I am studying the scriptures on a daily basis.
- Go to the temple at least quarterly. Before Clara was born we made it every month for a long time, but we have really struggled to get to the temple since she has come along. Maybe we can find a group of friends in similar situations (parents who struggle to get to the temple because of young kids) and work something out to help each other with this goal.
- Do family home evening every week.
Financial
- Revamp/overhaul our budget and then stick to it for at least 3 months.
- Set better savings goals as part of that budget.
Mental
- Read 2 books each month. At least 4 books this year have to be non-fiction.
- Be a better patron of the arts. Go to at least two musical/theatrical/operatic/symphonic productions in 2014.
- Develop a talent. Enroll in a photography workshop or practice the piano and/or guitar on a regular basis or write more. The sort of thing that requires learning and stretching and challenging my mind. I'm still brainstorming this and how I want to accomplish it.
Personal
- Print blog books for 2011-2013.
- Keep a journal. Even if it just a little something in addition to this blog. Somewhere that I can record more of my personal feelings than what I put on display for the internets and blogospheres.
Family
- Do date night with Paul at least twice each month. We did a pretty good job with this last year thanks to an arrangement with our neighbors to swap nights for babysitting but I want to make sure we keep it up this year too. I don't know that we can commit to weekly date nights what with all that is going on for us right now but if we can do more than twice per month that would just be a bonus.
- Plan special family outings once a month (vacations count or going to the movies or a picnic in the park or going to the beach or something like that - just something that is different from the routine that we all do together).
For Clara
- Learn to count higher than 12 and to recognize the numbers 1-10 by sight.
- Figure out how to "ride" her purple balance bike that Santa brought her for Christmas.
- Start a new activity in addition to gymnastics - maybe soccer and/or ballet after she turns 3.
- Help out with household chores. She is already good about helping to set the table and clear the table so I think we are going to add in unloading the dishwasher (at least parts of it), picking up toys (we probably should have started focusing on this one a lot earlier), and maybe some others (not sure what chores are exactly best for a 2 1/2 year old to 3 1/2 year old but I'm wondering about teaching her to wipe counters or sweep the floor - all suggestions would be appreciated if other people have had success implementing chores for tots.)
- Continue to work on foundational reading skills (i.e., recognizing letters and the sounds they make).
- Learn how to properly hold scissors and crayons/pencils.
I think that all of the above is good for now. I might add to this list as we go on in the next couple of days but I figured I would post this now in case I just don't get back to it.
Oh, and I do still plan to blog about Christmas and post photos, etc. It is just going to have to wait a bit since we are still too busy enjoying our vacation time to bother with uploading pics and such.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
On being a mom and an impending return to the office
I don't know that I have any eloquent or life-altering thoughts on motherhood as a whole, but I want to remember some of the thoughts and feelings I have been having as a new mom, kind of like how I do a monthly post about Clara's growth and milestones.
I should probably start out by stating the obvious: I love being Clara's mom. I am happy and fulfilled and even challenged despite the fact that she is an easy-going babe. I find myself loving the loose structure that has filled my life, not just for her but for me as well. I like eating breakfast at the kitchen table instead of in my car. When Clara wakes up, I love being there to cuddle her and brush her long bangs out of her eyes and clip them back with a barette and see her smile at me while she is touching my face in her "good morning" gesture. I enjoy going for a run at the gym in the mornings (even if I haven't been in the last few weeks). If Clara is taking good naps, I like using the time to develop photos, blog, read scriptures, scrapbook or sew, or even catch up on a TV show that Paul doesn't watch like ANTM (which I know I should give up but it is one of those guilty pleasures that I keep recording). Sometimes I will even clean, and that isn't even the worst thing in the world. Having a tidy kitchen makes me happy and satisfied. I don't clean my whole house every day, but I feel good if I get through a couple of loads of laundry, the dishes, and straightening things up so I don't feel like I'm living in clutter.
Often I find that I have forgotten to eat lunch because Clara woke up earlier than I expected and after changing her diaper and giving her a bottle she is just so playful that I don't notice I am hungry until 2:30 and then I just have a PB&J or something to tide me over until dinner. I love my midday walks with Clara around our neighborhood where I point out flowers and rocks and cars and trees and clouds, naming different objects and their colors and sounds. I really like reading books to Clara even if all she cares about right now is grabbing at pages so she can chew on them. (I don't let her chew on books. Should I? Will that help her want to read more now and when she gets older? Is this a ridiculous question? She has a vaguely disappointed look every time I tug a page out of her little fingers just before it touches her mouth until I turn to the next page and she waves her arms like a maniac and starts grabbing again.) All of the above just feels so simple and true and right.
I love that when Paul gets home each day he has kisses for his girls and that he can tell me about what work at his firm is like and I know exactly what he is talking about because I have experienced the same things in my legal practice. I find joy in getting Clara ready for bed by watching her splash around in a warm tub, rubbing lotion on her arms and legs and chest while she squirms and smiles, and dressing her in warm jammies. My heart melts into a puddle as I sing bedtime songs to her and Paul and I say prayers then kiss her precious pink cheeks before laying her in her crib and flicking on her nightlight for the night.
Last week I went by my firm for a little while before Paul's firm's annual Fall Festival. My secretary loves it when I bring Clara in, and I enjoy taking her around and saying hi to my co-workers. At one point, a friend (who happens to be a partner with kids of her own) asked "Aren't you excited to come back?" in a tone so enthusiastic that I knew she wasn't joking.
I didn't know how to really answer her, and I feel a lot of conflict on that issue right now. I have about a month of maternity leave left and it feels like the sand grains are slipping through the neck of the hour glass faster and faster these days. "No," was the answer that immediately jumped into my head, but not out of my mouth. I tried to give a non-committal half-smile but I am certain that she saw right through me as she explained that she actually looked forward to returning to work from leave because it is "so hard" to be at home with the kids every day. In no way do I feel like that is a bad thing to feel, and in fact, I am pretty sure that more women have that feeling more often than they might admit to it. I could go into theory and personal perspective about this issu, but all I really care to say right now is that I don't feel that way. It is not hard for me to be at home with Clara all day, every day. I don't feel lonely, I don't feel unstimulated, I don't feel that my *considerable talents are being underutilized. (*I believe in humility but not in downplaying the fact that I have a JD and am a pretty bright cookie who has and can accomplish quite a lot. Sorry for the conceit but this was also an attempt at interjecting humor at a time when I feel some distress about the future.)
I don't feel ready to go back yet. I'm busy doing the stay-at-home-mom thing right now. I am happy doing what I am doing. And my stomach clenches and my throat tightens each time I think about dropping Clara off at daycare and heading into the office. I worry about how much I will miss her. I worry that she will miss me (although I know that she won't ever remember it and I also know that she probably will take the separation much better than I will). I worry about gaining weight. I worry about the inevitable cold sores. I worry about what we are going to eat for dinner every night and not having a single minute to call my own and being a stressed-out fruit basket.
So why am I going back to work? There are a myriad of reasons, and not all of them need to be shared on this blog. But as I interacted with my co-workers and talked about what their caseloads are currently like, I remembered that I actually truly enjoy a LOT about my job. Despite its drawbacks, my job at the law firm, in a lot of ways, is fun. Not always, and there are certainly things that I, and most young associate, really dislike about working at a big law firm, but by and large, I felt happy while I was there. The people I work with are great, the work itself is usually interesting, there are those great paninis at the cafe... I feel valued there. Not that I don't feel valued doing what I am doing now, but in a different and important way that I also enjoy.
In all seriousness, I want to have it all. There just isn't a way of doing it. Not really. Not without letting something slide somewhere. I don't want to give up one second of my time with Clara. But the idea of giving up on a career that I enjoy and that has provided so well for our little family is also appalling. Every woman in my position faces these decisions and so I don't feel particularly unique for sharing these thoughts, but in case anybody who reads this blog wonders, it should be known that I am conflicted and I have come to the conclusion that it is okay to feel that way. It is not comfortable or fun feeling conflicted, but it is O.K. Going back to work is the right thing for me, and so that is what I am planning on doing.
In the meantime, I have another month of maternity leave and I am thanking my lucky stars for it. That is one more month for Clara to figure out how awesome it is to sleep through the night, for me to log some miles on the treadmill, for us to enjoy walks in the fall weather, and to finish all of the Christmas shopping so I don't have that to worry about when I go back to work.
Anyway, I'm such a dorky mom already. I try to coordinate Clara's outfits with mine (and vice versa) as much as possible, but especially on Sundays. I only have so long before she figures that one out and puts her wee foot down so I have to make these days count. I have matching Halloween costumes planned out for all of us for the next two years already. I sing Oldies and dance around the backyard with Clara and I don't care if the neighbors can hear. I am trying to do sign language with a baby who hasn't even mastered matching her forefinger and opposable thumb to pick up a cheerio and stick it in her mouth yet. I would rather go to Gymboree than to Banana Republic these days.
Well, this has been very therapeutic for me. And Clara is down for the night and Paul is working late, so I guess I should post this and go wash bottles now. I'm glad I'm a mom.
I should probably start out by stating the obvious: I love being Clara's mom. I am happy and fulfilled and even challenged despite the fact that she is an easy-going babe. I find myself loving the loose structure that has filled my life, not just for her but for me as well. I like eating breakfast at the kitchen table instead of in my car. When Clara wakes up, I love being there to cuddle her and brush her long bangs out of her eyes and clip them back with a barette and see her smile at me while she is touching my face in her "good morning" gesture. I enjoy going for a run at the gym in the mornings (even if I haven't been in the last few weeks). If Clara is taking good naps, I like using the time to develop photos, blog, read scriptures, scrapbook or sew, or even catch up on a TV show that Paul doesn't watch like ANTM (which I know I should give up but it is one of those guilty pleasures that I keep recording). Sometimes I will even clean, and that isn't even the worst thing in the world. Having a tidy kitchen makes me happy and satisfied. I don't clean my whole house every day, but I feel good if I get through a couple of loads of laundry, the dishes, and straightening things up so I don't feel like I'm living in clutter.
Often I find that I have forgotten to eat lunch because Clara woke up earlier than I expected and after changing her diaper and giving her a bottle she is just so playful that I don't notice I am hungry until 2:30 and then I just have a PB&J or something to tide me over until dinner. I love my midday walks with Clara around our neighborhood where I point out flowers and rocks and cars and trees and clouds, naming different objects and their colors and sounds. I really like reading books to Clara even if all she cares about right now is grabbing at pages so she can chew on them. (I don't let her chew on books. Should I? Will that help her want to read more now and when she gets older? Is this a ridiculous question? She has a vaguely disappointed look every time I tug a page out of her little fingers just before it touches her mouth until I turn to the next page and she waves her arms like a maniac and starts grabbing again.) All of the above just feels so simple and true and right.
I love that when Paul gets home each day he has kisses for his girls and that he can tell me about what work at his firm is like and I know exactly what he is talking about because I have experienced the same things in my legal practice. I find joy in getting Clara ready for bed by watching her splash around in a warm tub, rubbing lotion on her arms and legs and chest while she squirms and smiles, and dressing her in warm jammies. My heart melts into a puddle as I sing bedtime songs to her and Paul and I say prayers then kiss her precious pink cheeks before laying her in her crib and flicking on her nightlight for the night.
Last week I went by my firm for a little while before Paul's firm's annual Fall Festival. My secretary loves it when I bring Clara in, and I enjoy taking her around and saying hi to my co-workers. At one point, a friend (who happens to be a partner with kids of her own) asked "Aren't you excited to come back?" in a tone so enthusiastic that I knew she wasn't joking.
I didn't know how to really answer her, and I feel a lot of conflict on that issue right now. I have about a month of maternity leave left and it feels like the sand grains are slipping through the neck of the hour glass faster and faster these days. "No," was the answer that immediately jumped into my head, but not out of my mouth. I tried to give a non-committal half-smile but I am certain that she saw right through me as she explained that she actually looked forward to returning to work from leave because it is "so hard" to be at home with the kids every day. In no way do I feel like that is a bad thing to feel, and in fact, I am pretty sure that more women have that feeling more often than they might admit to it. I could go into theory and personal perspective about this issu, but all I really care to say right now is that I don't feel that way. It is not hard for me to be at home with Clara all day, every day. I don't feel lonely, I don't feel unstimulated, I don't feel that my *considerable talents are being underutilized. (*I believe in humility but not in downplaying the fact that I have a JD and am a pretty bright cookie who has and can accomplish quite a lot. Sorry for the conceit but this was also an attempt at interjecting humor at a time when I feel some distress about the future.)
I don't feel ready to go back yet. I'm busy doing the stay-at-home-mom thing right now. I am happy doing what I am doing. And my stomach clenches and my throat tightens each time I think about dropping Clara off at daycare and heading into the office. I worry about how much I will miss her. I worry that she will miss me (although I know that she won't ever remember it and I also know that she probably will take the separation much better than I will). I worry about gaining weight. I worry about the inevitable cold sores. I worry about what we are going to eat for dinner every night and not having a single minute to call my own and being a stressed-out fruit basket.
So why am I going back to work? There are a myriad of reasons, and not all of them need to be shared on this blog. But as I interacted with my co-workers and talked about what their caseloads are currently like, I remembered that I actually truly enjoy a LOT about my job. Despite its drawbacks, my job at the law firm, in a lot of ways, is fun. Not always, and there are certainly things that I, and most young associate, really dislike about working at a big law firm, but by and large, I felt happy while I was there. The people I work with are great, the work itself is usually interesting, there are those great paninis at the cafe... I feel valued there. Not that I don't feel valued doing what I am doing now, but in a different and important way that I also enjoy.
In all seriousness, I want to have it all. There just isn't a way of doing it. Not really. Not without letting something slide somewhere. I don't want to give up one second of my time with Clara. But the idea of giving up on a career that I enjoy and that has provided so well for our little family is also appalling. Every woman in my position faces these decisions and so I don't feel particularly unique for sharing these thoughts, but in case anybody who reads this blog wonders, it should be known that I am conflicted and I have come to the conclusion that it is okay to feel that way. It is not comfortable or fun feeling conflicted, but it is O.K. Going back to work is the right thing for me, and so that is what I am planning on doing.
In the meantime, I have another month of maternity leave and I am thanking my lucky stars for it. That is one more month for Clara to figure out how awesome it is to sleep through the night, for me to log some miles on the treadmill, for us to enjoy walks in the fall weather, and to finish all of the Christmas shopping so I don't have that to worry about when I go back to work.
Anyway, I'm such a dorky mom already. I try to coordinate Clara's outfits with mine (and vice versa) as much as possible, but especially on Sundays. I only have so long before she figures that one out and puts her wee foot down so I have to make these days count. I have matching Halloween costumes planned out for all of us for the next two years already. I sing Oldies and dance around the backyard with Clara and I don't care if the neighbors can hear. I am trying to do sign language with a baby who hasn't even mastered matching her forefinger and opposable thumb to pick up a cheerio and stick it in her mouth yet. I would rather go to Gymboree than to Banana Republic these days.
Well, this has been very therapeutic for me. And Clara is down for the night and Paul is working late, so I guess I should post this and go wash bottles now. I'm glad I'm a mom.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Short notes
Dear Metabolism,
Remember how we used to be friends? I'm not sure when we grew apart, but I have a birthday coming up next month and I would love it if you came back as a present. I miss you.
Lovingly,
Amy
Dear 17-year-old Self,
Remember when you vowed that you would never weigh more than 120 pounds? That was totally unrealistic. And unhealthy. And your body freakin' rocked even though you felt chubby. Contrary to what you thought back then, you did not have rolls on your stomach and you looked great. Seriously, amazing.
Your fond friend,
Amy
Dear Present Self,
I know you feel a little chubby and running hasn't been helping. The honest truth is that you CAN go a day without cookies. I promise. And even though your stomach isn't flat and your jeans aren't loose around your legs, you still look pretty hot (if-i-do-say-so-myself). Just lay off the sweets, m'kay?
XOXO,
A secret admirer
Dear Cookies, Cupcakes, Brownies, Ice Cream, and Pie,
It would really be better if we weren't on speaking terms anymore. It's nothing personal. But this is not just a weight thing and if I don't put an end to our seeing each other every day soon, I will become a full-blown diabetic thanks to some lousy genes and we don't want that, now do we?
Sincerely,
Amy
Dear Biggest Loser,
Every season you continue to inspire me. Why do I get choked up while watching you?
Fondly,
Amy
Dear Treadmill,
I conquered you yesterday and you know it. But I cowered in fear today and took Clara on a short walk outside instead while pretending it was exercise. Tomorrow, I will own you again. Consider yourself warned.
Yours truly,
Amy
Remember how we used to be friends? I'm not sure when we grew apart, but I have a birthday coming up next month and I would love it if you came back as a present. I miss you.
Lovingly,
Amy
Dear 17-year-old Self,
Remember when you vowed that you would never weigh more than 120 pounds? That was totally unrealistic. And unhealthy. And your body freakin' rocked even though you felt chubby. Contrary to what you thought back then, you did not have rolls on your stomach and you looked great. Seriously, amazing.
Your fond friend,
Amy
Dear Present Self,
I know you feel a little chubby and running hasn't been helping. The honest truth is that you CAN go a day without cookies. I promise. And even though your stomach isn't flat and your jeans aren't loose around your legs, you still look pretty hot (if-i-do-say-so-myself). Just lay off the sweets, m'kay?
XOXO,
A secret admirer
Dear Cookies, Cupcakes, Brownies, Ice Cream, and Pie,
It would really be better if we weren't on speaking terms anymore. It's nothing personal. But this is not just a weight thing and if I don't put an end to our seeing each other every day soon, I will become a full-blown diabetic thanks to some lousy genes and we don't want that, now do we?
Sincerely,
Amy
Dear Biggest Loser,
Every season you continue to inspire me. Why do I get choked up while watching you?
Fondly,
Amy
Dear Treadmill,
I conquered you yesterday and you know it. But I cowered in fear today and took Clara on a short walk outside instead while pretending it was exercise. Tomorrow, I will own you again. Consider yourself warned.
Yours truly,
Amy
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