Ugh. When people ask how I am, that is the first thing that pops into my head. Because I am out of control, people.
I haven’t exercised for months. I’ve been dealing with a bone spur that means I don’t run anymore. Or do much of anything. And that was okay, until Christmas came. You see, there are some things I don’t make any other time of the year, and most of them are fatty. But most importantly, Christmas is fudge time.
I sent a lot of the fudge away. I tried my best to pawn it off on friends and family, but it was so good. I couldn’t help but make a lot of it. I had to try each batch, didn’t I? And so I gained weight.
And it wasn’t just the fudge–it was the many many helpings of potatoes. I am such a slut for potatoes. I eat green things…mostly unwillingly. Unless it comes from our garden. Then I eat a ton of cucumbers and squash because I worked hard to make that crap grow. But in the winter? No garden. Just fudge.
So we decided to buy a fancy-shmancy blender, a Vitamix. They use them at smoothie places. Once my husband actually ORDERS the damned thing, I’m planning on making smoothies every morning. The green ones. Healthy crap that will hopefully jumpstart a calorie reduction and healthier diet. I would appreciate any recipes. Lemme rephrase that: I would appreciate any recipes that don’t taste like the Jolly Green Giant vomited in my cup.
I keep telling myself I need to do this for my own good. I know how hard it is to loose five pounds without exercise, hell even with exercise in my case–and I’m about 2 months away from being able to run again, the doctor thinks. I could tack on even more weight if I keep to my pace. I’ve got to wrangle the beast that is my belly. I have to remind myself that when I put on my jeans, I don’t need a belt anymore. Now I feel like this:
So send in healthy (non-vomitous) recipes, folks. I plan on starting with the new semester, forcing myself to kickstart this thing when it can become part of my new routine. And we’ll see what wonderful things I have to say about it all…