Mr. Spratt, as you might imagine, is virtuous. He wakes up at 3 am in order to stretch and work out before starting his day job. When he's on vacation, he does tricep dips on chairs and lunges in the sand. He rarely touches frosting or pie crust. He eats 6 meals a day, usually including the correct ratio of fats, protein, and fiber in each one.
Although he does have a weakness for potato chips, as you can imagine, Mr. Spratt sets a pretty hard standard to live up to. I've done lived with him for 5 years, and hung around him for 5 before that, and I regret to say that he hasn't really worn off on me, Mrs. Spratt. Yes, I buy more organic foods than I used to, and have been known to add flax seeds to my salad and whirl up a smoothie or two, but I'm not in Mr. Spratt's league and don't really want to be that extreme.
Mr. Spratt has a *slight* fixation on zombies, and is always planning what to do when he's faced with a zombie mob. He aways tells me, semi-seriously, "I don't have to run fast, I only have to run faster than you." It's a joke; I'd be zombie-food in a flash if they decide to rise up and feast on humans. I'm not under any illusion that I could outrun them, and, if the zombie chips were ever down, I think Mr. Spratt would actually come up with a crafty plan to save us both.
Twenty pounds overweight when I met Mr. Spratt, I've shed those pounds 2 or three times over the last 10 years. but my old habits and attitudes keep nudging them back on. I recently re-read an article about a woman with an amazing commitment to health {I'll blog about her later in the week} and had an aha moment {yes, it was *that* magazine}: she's stayed young, vibrant, and committed to her health because it is part of her intrinsic belief system that she do so. All of my weight-watching, low-carbing, and other unsustained attempts to get healthy failed because I failed to change my intrinsic beliefs.
This journey I have planned is an attempt to shake those up. By blogging about my journey, I hope to reinforce and self-correct as I go along, so that by the time I'm 50 -- only 2 years away -- I can feel that I've re-adjusted my ways of thinking and the outcome -- my health, weight, and fitness.
Over the last 5 years, in particular, I've negatively impacted my health. A new marriage, new city, new baby, new work arrangement, and new family commitments have caused me to prioritize differently. With 50 suddenly in my windshield, and the thought of having a college-aged son in my late 60s, I've got to re-prioratize.
Although he does have a weakness for potato chips, as you can imagine, Mr. Spratt sets a pretty hard standard to live up to. I've done lived with him for 5 years, and hung around him for 5 before that, and I regret to say that he hasn't really worn off on me, Mrs. Spratt. Yes, I buy more organic foods than I used to, and have been known to add flax seeds to my salad and whirl up a smoothie or two, but I'm not in Mr. Spratt's league and don't really want to be that extreme.
Mr. Spratt has a *slight* fixation on zombies, and is always planning what to do when he's faced with a zombie mob. He aways tells me, semi-seriously, "I don't have to run fast, I only have to run faster than you." It's a joke; I'd be zombie-food in a flash if they decide to rise up and feast on humans. I'm not under any illusion that I could outrun them, and, if the zombie chips were ever down, I think Mr. Spratt would actually come up with a crafty plan to save us both.
Twenty pounds overweight when I met Mr. Spratt, I've shed those pounds 2 or three times over the last 10 years. but my old habits and attitudes keep nudging them back on. I recently re-read an article about a woman with an amazing commitment to health {I'll blog about her later in the week} and had an aha moment {yes, it was *that* magazine}: she's stayed young, vibrant, and committed to her health because it is part of her intrinsic belief system that she do so. All of my weight-watching, low-carbing, and other unsustained attempts to get healthy failed because I failed to change my intrinsic beliefs.
This journey I have planned is an attempt to shake those up. By blogging about my journey, I hope to reinforce and self-correct as I go along, so that by the time I'm 50 -- only 2 years away -- I can feel that I've re-adjusted my ways of thinking and the outcome -- my health, weight, and fitness.
Over the last 5 years, in particular, I've negatively impacted my health. A new marriage, new city, new baby, new work arrangement, and new family commitments have caused me to prioritize differently. With 50 suddenly in my windshield, and the thought of having a college-aged son in my late 60s, I've got to re-prioratize.
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