I have finally returned after nearly two weeks of visiting children, and I always return with a new determination to change my life after I see them. There is something about being around young people and their enthusiasm and determination that stirs up a little fire in me, too. Maybe spring, with its vibrancy and new growth, its feeling of promise and hope, makes me want to renew myself also. Or maybe it’s the fact that I have a wedding to go to in less than a month, and I can’t fit into either of the dresses I have to wear, one from my son’s wedding a year and a half ago, and one from my niece’s wedding less than a year ago. How does that happen so quickly?
When I was in Michigan recently visiting my daughter, I was amazed at the transformation that had taken place since the last time I saw her at Thanksgiving. She has been monitoring what she eats and running quite a few miles a week in preparation for a half marathon. She was back into clothes she hadn’t been able to wear in quite some time, and when we went shopping, everything she tried on looked great on her. She showed me an app she has on her smart phone called My Fitness Pal which tracks your calorie count and subtracts your calories burned from exercise to give you a total calorie count for each day. When my daughter and I went out to lunch, she showed me how the app has all the menu items listed for the most common chain restaurants so you can decide what is the best thing to order, calorie-wise. I put the app on my iPad and tried using it on the day we started our drive up to Boston. The first thing I entered were the calories for my Dunkin’ Donuts jelly doughnut, and did you know that sitting in a car for nine hours doesn’t burn any calories?
Last night we returned from our trip to the Boston kids, and thanks to my gorgeous daughter-in-law who also looked even more amazing than usual, I plan on implementing the Paleo diet at her suggestion. She told me to give it a try for thirty days and see if I don’t feel so much better. Feeling better is definitely a goal, but what will really make me feel so much better is to fit into one of those two dresses. The wedding is May 5. I’m already a couple of days short of a month. The pressure is on.
Yes, I know that one of these two young women is training for a half marathon and the other one is nearly forty years younger than me, but I can do this. Just keep those jelly donuts away from me. In the words of Buckwheat, “Get thee behind me Satan, and don’t push!”