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It’s that time of year again!


I don’t know how many of us have “losing weight” as one of our New Year’s resolution but according to OMRON Heatlcare, “However, a recent survey conducted by Omron Healthcare found that more than 75 percent of American adults are more likely to set New Year’s resolutions around fitness and wellness over simple weight loss.”

If you’re one of those 75%, as I am, it’s time to find some goals, define how we’re going to reach them and not let this year’s resolution go down the proverbial drain by February 1st.

If you’re like me, you’ve dieted successfully in the past. I’ve gone on the South Beach Diet, Body For Life, Good Carbs/Bad Carbs. But I’m sitting here, some twenty years after starting this whole charade, with an extra twenty pounds and a list of reasons to actually keep it off this time.

This year I don’t just have the “I want to look nice in my bathing suit” or “I need to fit into such-and-such jeans.” This year there’s more at stake. As moms, there’s inherently more at stake. We’re in charge of other people’s lives. Does this scare the ever living crap out of you like it does me? That I am responsible for actual lives? That in order for me to be here for a really long time and annoy my children during their teenage years, I have to take care of myself today? I think this has a bigger impact than the type II diabetes I’m running toward with my high blood glucose levels or the heart attacks that live in my family’s history. No, I want to be arround to watch my children get married, have babies, and in general, be the Mom that is just always sordof there for her kids.

So? It starts this year.

As a family we’ve made a few goals for ourselves. We have friends who are doing the events with us. We’re setting up a support system and want to invite you along. Ready? Wanna share our goals with us?

Coming Events: (AKA: Reasons to get off the couch)

And, just in case you’re feeling a bit intimidated (are you? I am.), please know we’re not the althetic-kick-your-butt type. In fact, Michelle is a self proclaimed “NOT A RUNNER” and Laura, well, might walk if there’s wine at the end and I am getting a bit too old to run that far. So, see? There’s nothing to fear. We’re here for you, a few girls not afraid to take on some challenge to get us motivated because we know we wouldn’t do it otherwise.

And you’re in. Right? You’re in. Comeon. I know you are.

I, personally, need all the help I can get. This baby belly isn’t leaving and there is only 5 months until summer. Oy.

Read more of Leslie’s sarcastic blahblablah at Mrs. Flinger and find podcast reviews, interviews, crafts, events and topics for the Seattle Parent at Mamaspod.Com. If you have questions, anecdotes, or topics for “Mom Friendly Fitness,” email leslie@seattlemomblogs.com.

Discussion

3 comments for “It’s that time of year again!”

  1. Is there really wine at the end? :-)

    I live in Bellingham, but boy am I in the same boat. I used to *love* running, and now that I’m 30 pounds over my pre-baby weight it just seems to make my whole body hurt (let’s not talk about specifics).

    I can’t make the Seattle area runs, but I’ll do some research and see what I can find in my own area - I’ll post it up on my blog along side your goals. I guess that will reduce my opportunities for excuses…

    Posted by supermama | December 30, 2007, 11:08 am
  2. Supermama, if you find a race up in Bellingham, I’d love to come up and run it with you! (And by run, I mean walk/hobble) ;-) Let me know what you find out and I’ll be there! (Went to WWU and just adore Bellingham. All excuses to go there are good ones)

    Posted by mrsflinger | December 31, 2007, 10:07 am
  3. Okey dokey, we’re on! I’ve gotten myself all jazzed up, and can’t back out now:
    http://www.singlesupermama.com/2008/01/resolutions.html

    I went into our local running shop all excited about the half marathon I was planning to run within a few months. And the owner found a very kind way to suggest that maybe I start a little slower. Like, with a 5K. So that I don’t kill myself. And he sold me some ice for the pain in all my body parts. And probably chuckled all the way home. :-) But girl, you have to start somewhere!

    Posted by supermama | January 2, 2008, 6:03 pm

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