Do you ever feel in the mood to receive a cheque for 10k dollars or more? Being an unemployment statistic, that’s how I feel many times. Heck even if I was employed that amount will be welcome anytime. I can already imagine what I’d do with that money.
Yesterday was no exception to the 10k dream. The only difference was that I actually got 10k AND more. All thanks to my trip to my gp for an annual check up. Instead of my K’s being dollar signs, they were the gram variety. To my horror I’d gained over 10kg during my time as a stay-home-mom. And then my doc wonders why I don’t like visiting him. I’m beginning to think that he is Murphy who makes up all these silly laws. Well I guess it shouldn’t have come as a surprise because most of my clothes don’t fit me anymore, but still.
This calls for a plan of action. I don’t have the discipline to diet. The mere mention of the word makes my mouth water for a choccie and some chips and everything that’s the opposite of dieting. Working out usually does the trick for me.
Gone are all the imaginary plans I made to spend my cheque for 10k dollars and here to stay is the real life plans to get rid of my 10kg excess. Bad hair days will be the order of the day and Jillian Michaels along with team Zumba will be my besties again for the next few weeks.
The festive season doesn’t bode well for my already crumbling will power and discipline but it’s time to dust off my running shoes and get with the programme. As soon as I finish eating my cinnabun that is. My plan is to fit comfortably into my clothes once more and if I get back my bikini body I had last year it’d be a great bonus.
Lessons learnt through this experience: Be more specific when wishing for anything. The letter K is banned from my vocab until further notice. Guess I’ll have to change my kids names now too because all their names start with that dreadful letter.
Wish me luck 🙂
Surviving Jonkersville 