Operation Muffin Top

Operation Muffin Top is underway here at the Pitz home.  I am tired of looking in the mirror and not recognizing the body that goes along with the face.  I am tired of giving up on exercise and I am wanting to feel and look better than I do.  Two years until 40, I keep telling myself.  It is now or never.  There is also a lack of energy to be physically active with my kids that I find incredibly embarrassing.  Not the parent that I want to be, not the person that I need to be, time to get active and keep the movement going. 

I have a bumper sticker on my car that says “You must be the change you wish to see in the world”  which is a wonderful quote by Gandhi, but I have been quite the hypocrite.  I have not been the change.  I have not embraced any change.  I wake up much later than I need to, I spend a day that is active but does not involve any exercise or time for reflection and the I end the day by sitting down and reading or watching T.V. (I am really into the HBO series ‘In Treatment’ ) and eating about a half a pound of chocolate berating myself the entire time.  Not a great place for the world to be in if I am ‘the change’.  Of course I am not part of the evil administration that is systematically destroying all that is good in the world, but comparing myself to the lowest common denominator really isn’t great for change either.

So off I go on an endeavor of change.  Not the first time that I have tried to do this.  But, as I learned over 10 years ago when I quite smoking, the more I try the better I get at it.  I could give my Clintonesque ten point plan, but I think that for now I will just keep that to myself.  Maybe if I stick to the plan I will share with my millions of readers in about a month or two.  But for now I am trying to embrace hunger and pat myself on the back for getting on our new elliptical machine.  I almost made it through two episodes of ‘In Treatment’ but I needed to get off the machine and attend to my sick child and get him to take a nap.  It was a start, none-the-less.

Speaking of said child, we will not be able to go to the Obama rally tonight.  It would not be fair to ask my husband to leave work super early to spend an evening with an ornery kid, and I do not want to lie to Oscar about my evening plans.  If he knew that I was going to see Senator Obama speak he would be so incredibly sad that he could not go.   Not only is he getting over some sort of nasty virus, but it is 16 degrees outside dropping down to 2 degrees with an expected 6 inches of snow.  Not the kind of night for a 5-year-old to be standing outside waiting in line for over an hour.  We will spend the night safe and warm playing Webkinz while I refrain from eating sweets.

Off I go to embrace my hunger.