As we start 2011, Yogi’s malapropism (see definition below) appears to be ringing true for me; not that I believe in reincarnation.
At this same time last year, I had beefed up to a whopping 250 lbs., knowing that I was going to start a diet and exercise program for the new year (2010).
It was meant to be a lifestyle change. I was going to eat healthier foods, live more actively, look better and the result is that I would feel better, have more energy and be more productive in all aspects of life. At least, that was the idea. I think the idea came to me from a TV infomercial one night after eating five Oreo cookies and a couple of pastelitos de guayava (just kidding... but not about the Oreos or pastelitos).
This morning, after running three miles (and doing some bathroom reading), I weighed in at a svelte 247.2 lbs. (And, it’s really starting to show!). Temperance is definitely not one of my strong suits.
Needless to say, my battle with the bulge will be one of my 2011 priorities AGAIN! Couldn’t I pick an easier objective, as I did a couple of years ago when I decided to read the New Testament from beginning to end?
Last year, my goals were to lose about forty pounds and delve deeper into my faith (I justified the egocentrism involved by telling myself that I was losing weight for noble reasons, i.e. my health, as in maintaining God’s temple; and NOT my own vanity).
I was partially successful in both resolutions. By April, I lost almost 20 lbs. and was involved in a men’s formation group that met once a month to study Pope John Paul II’s apostolic letter, Christifideles Laici.
However, sometime around Holy Week, I took a week off from counting calories. The week became two weeks and quickly snowballed until I stopped keeping track of my food intake altogether. And, while I continued to exercise (somewhat), it was very erratic. As you can tell by the final tally on the scale this morning, I barely managed to keep over 2.5 lbs off throughout the year (Jenny Craig will not be beating down my door to put me in a commercial any time soon).
But, as any true Met fan would say at the start of a new baseball season, "hope springs eternal." New year, new beginning and new hope. And, where there is hope, there is optimism and something to strive for (The Rocky theme song would sound good right about now).
Albeit forty pounds (Or better said, 37.5) by the summer bikini season may seem like another lofty goal to set but hey, as they say, if I don't set the bar high enough, I might get hit in the head.
Maybe 2011 will finally be the year that I finally embrace a little discipline and a lot of self-control.
Malapropism: the usually unintentionally humorous misuse or distortion of a word or phrase; especially : the use of a word sounding somewhat like the one intended but ludicrously wrong in the context.