New Year's Resolution Blogger: Winter, Round 2

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  • Oh no, it looks like snow, and I broke my toe. I see vegging out and lots of carbs in my near future. This morning I was stumbling around in the dark trying to get dressed when I jammed my pinky toe into the corner of our brick hearth. I wanted to scream but with my husband soundly sleeping close-by, all I could let out what this thin, pathetic little high-pitched whine. When I made it to the bathroom to inspect the damage, the first thing I saw was lots of blood, which only made for more whining. I even shed a few tears. Needless to say, I did not walk the dogs before work, and getting up those god forsaken stairs was worse then when I attempt them after the torture provided by Sandy. This was only the beginning of the day.

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    Throughout the afternoon as I tried to manage stairs and mere walking, I noticed that the market was unusually slow. The sky was grey and the outdoors looked like something out of a Tim Burton movie. When a customer finally came up for lunch, I asked her what was going on with the weather. She told me it was ok at the moment, but was supposed to get ugly later on in the evening. And then she said the two scariest words I've heard since last winter...freezing rain. And true enough, tonight the weather reports are crawling with those hated words. If it does happen, I'll be facing a double whammy with a busted toe and being trapped in the house.


    I truly hope the weatherman is wrong and my toe heals up quickly because I do not want to take a step back from the progress I've been making. Things are still far from perfect but I've stayed pretty strong in my plans and have been trying to do my best despite the difficult circumstances. But I keep having visions of last winter and the giant storms that kept me inside for days at a time. I even blogged about the carb-beer-sugar fests that took place just because I had cabin fever. I can't let that happen again.


    At least I'm still on the wagon with the booze. That's right, not one drop since December 31st. I have to say it's a lot easier to not overeat when there's no alcohol involved. I can't use a hangover as an excuse for greasy morning-after breakfasts; if I do that, I just have to own it. Regardless, avoiding alcohol for a month is without a doubt very good for me and for my goals. What I don't understand is why it's so easy for me to give up drinking, but it seems completely impossible to stop the overeating. I just can't wrap my head around it at all. With the possibility of an ice storm keeping me inside (for who knows how long), the thought does cross my mind that lockdown might be more fun if a few drinks were involved, but I know I won't do that. The scary part is knowing that in my mind, snow day = creamy tomato soup, Ritz crackers, and gooey mac n' cheese. Just gotta stay strong. If I can do without the booze, I can do without whatever...right?


    As for the toe, I'm just praying that I'll wake up tomorrow and have an easier time putting pressure on it. Because if I am stuck in the house, at least I won't have any excuse not to put on my Zumba videos and bust-a-move. That, I suppose, will be a good way to work off the comfort food should I accidentally indulge. I'm promising right now though, that I'll do my best not to.    

Published On: January 24, 2011