An Open Letter To My Weight Loss Resolution
Dear Weight Loss Resolution,
Hey there. Hi. Here we are again. You look great. Never better. Welcome to 2019.
Now that we have nice-y-tees out of the way, you and I have to talk.
We meet at this time of year pretty much every year with very few exceptions and although I'm happy to see you because you do sort-of put a fresh coat of paint on my fitness goals, I feel you should know that you don't own me and you're not as important as you used to be. I hope I didn't hurt your feelings, but I gotta give it to you straight. I want you to know a few things about me that you may have never considered and I think it's time you knew:
1. Although I inherited my Mother's thighs, I really loved my Mother with all my heart, thighs and all. Said thighs have taken me to every cool place I've ever been in my life like - the Grand Canyon, the top of the CN Tower in Toronto, St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York City AND Dublin, Ireland, the top of Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park twice, I could go on and on, but you get the idea.
2. These arms that are reminding me a little bit of the lunch lady as I grow older are the very same ones that have hugged my Dad who died when I was very young. He loved these limbs and my hugs, so I should give them some respect.
3. This stomach of mine can give you a great soft place to land should you ever fall on me and, most importantly, it fed my beloved son when he took up residence in the same general vicinity for 9+ months and being a Mother has been the greatest joy of my life.
So, Weight Loss Resolution, it's great to see you again, but I hope you understand that this year, I'm gonna put my well being first and you - second.
Happy New Year!