My 2011 Resolution? Be good to myself.
Actually, I might start with being decent in ’11, good in ’12 and work my way up to being excellent to myself in ’13. ’13 is going to be a GREAT year! This year? Just trying not to hurt myself. 2010 with the fertility drugs and miscarriage and the heartbreak and the husband loosing the job… it was pretty freaking awesomely horrible.
First, and I had to be so typical, Weight: I just got on my wii fit for the first time since I was 10 weeks pregnant last June, and found out that I’ve gained 2 and a half pounds. My wii fit trainer was kind enough to point out that I had not met my goal.
I think I need a new trainer.
When you start IVF, first, you get a lecture from your RE that you should cut back on any bouncy, jolting or upside down activities. I immediately cut back my morning ritual of One Full Hour of Yoga while Watching Law and Order, to One Full Hour of Law and Order. Possibly two. No yoga.
Then of course the good time fertility drugs kicked in and getting from the couch to the fridge was a chore. Then add moving from a big city where you walk all day every day, to living on a hill in the ‘burbs where any kind of walking is OBVIOUSLY exercise, and my average calories burned from exercise went from, like, 400 a day to… like… oh, I don’t know. How many calories are burned baking and eating cookies?
So yeah. If not loose some weight, then getting some kind of exercise would be good.
Which brings me to cloths. ALL of my cloths are too small for me, and being that I was pregnant, and trying to get pregnant for the last three years, lose fitting and comfortable was key. Also? Cheap. I spent all my money on IVF so cheap cloths are good cloths. Now, suddenly, I don’t have the excuse of TTC or being pregnant. My baby is almost two.
As it turns out? I’m just fat and I’m wearing nothing but sweats. Sexah!
This must be rectified immediately. If not sooner. And thankfully? Shopping for new cloths is MUCH easier then learning to love jogging. (Please just kill me if you ever see my running and there isn’t A.) someone with a knife right behind me, or B.) A half off sale on shoes in front of me. And possibly someone with a knife right behind me.
Also? Stop. Moving. Blogs. Seriously. This is like, my 4th blog in the last 5 years. I keep moving them for legitimate reasons. I think. Most legitimate? My father in law’s evil wife found it. Yeah. Time to burn that bitch and move on. And yes, I’m talking about the blog, and the wife.
And finally, adventure. I spent the ENTIRE of 2010 sitting home with Monkey jamming drugs into my ass, sticking drugs in my belly, and of course, the ever so fun, shoving drugs up my pekacho, so yes, adventure is needed. Outside of the house. Perhaps? Outside the country. First? This weekend I’m heading to Vegas for AEE. Then, last night I bought a ticket to Bloggy Boot Camp in San Diego. A weekend on the beach in San Diego with a bunch of girls talking about social networking sounds like JUST what I need. Of course, I won’t know a soul there but hopefully, will make more friends then enemies.
Finally. Probably one of us should get a real job. Maybe.
Wait.
Nevermind.
I don’t want to put TOO much pressure on 2011!
So good bye to 2010 with all your crying, and your “we need to talk about how much money you’ve been spending at Target” and your fucked up bodily functions. Seriously. I was on progesterone for like, half of 2010. I spent the entire year bloated, constipated, GASSY. and now fat. And in sweats.
It’s a wonder I can’t add divorced to the list of ’10 travesties.
And hello 2011 with your fabulous new cloths and your fancy cocktails and your shiny ADVENTURE!
Don’t let me down.
(and if it wouldn’t be too much to ask, Dear 2011, I would like a lil more sex please.)
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