resYay for 2014! A new year is here, and I don’t know about you, but every New Years, I say a small “Thank You” to the God’s above for giving me another year to live a life ever after. I think it’s important that we not wish the years away, but embrace each year as it arrives with us. So if you’re reading this, HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU, TOO! Now that we’re here, what do we do? Why, we make a resolution, of course!

I don’t know about you, but I’m a firm believer in resolutions. Many people don’t like them for fear that they’ll only let themselves down. Me, on the other hand, I look at it JUST the opposite; I try to better myself every year. I pick a few easy things to improve, and I always pick that one “big one”…

The “I gotta lose weight” resolution.

Yes, yes, I am one of the 75% of Americans who have a resolution to start a diet. I’m not discouraged that this year I’m once again “jumping on the wagon” but more happy that I’ve never given up. It’s something that I’ve struggled with my entire life. I’m not one that can get away with much of anything that’s not within lean eating categories. Not only do I have hypothyroidism (under active thyroid) but I just naturally have a body that is prone to weight gain. “Fluffiness” is what I like to call it, and it runs in our family. We grew up eating good ol’ Downeast cooking, and I’m not saying it’s the foods fault, or my family gene’s fault, I am NOT passing the buck! But with one SMELL of a cookie, I swear I gain 5 pounds! It’s NOT FAIR!

However, it’s me. I’m Nadine no matter WHAT size I am. I’ve never cared about the number on the scales. NEVER. I don’t have low self esteem, I don’t think poorly of my reflection in the mirror, and I’ve always had the same personality no matter what number stares (glares) back up at me. I just simply believe that we’re all here, no matter what shape or size, and we’re all loved for something far more important than our size. It’s what’s inside that counts. I know I sound like a broken record, and you’ve all heard those lines before, but that’s honestly how I think. The number doesn’t define me! But let’s face it; it’s just not healthy.

And that number DOES like to smack me in the face once in awhile…

So here I am. A new year, 2014. I made two resolutions; to be more organized & to lose weight. These are the SAME two resolutions I’ve lugged around for ten years. Getting organized: I let things clutter up here and there in my house, and it drives me bonkers. You’d probably walk in here and say “What are you TALKING about? This looks GREAT in here!” but you don’t see the dozens of cute home décor baskets I have in every corner full of just “stuff!” I’m pretty sure you can find a pacifier in every drawer, and some of them are from when Lainey was 3 months old. For God’s sakes, she’s almost THREE. I just can’t help myself! But on the FLIPSIDE, I have anything you would ever need in a crisis. And I can put my fingers RIGHT on it if you ask me where it is. I have just learned the art of making a basket of knick-knacks look good. One thing, however, never gathers dust in the corner of MY house… cookies.

So back to the nitty-gritty. The dreaded D.I.E.T. I’ve heard so many people say “Don’t call it a diet, call it a lifestyle change” but who are they kidding? It’s a DIET! I think once you’ve MASTERED the diet, it’s THEN a lifestyle change, but in the beginning, when you first start to change your life, and your eating patterns, you are on a DIET. You can sugar coat a turd, and it’s still a turd.

I don’t think dieting is a bad thing, or a bad word. Course these are all just my opinions, my two cents if you will, but I don’t really think it’s something to be dreaded. Because that nasty little four-letter word is actually a word that can completely make me feel so much better about myself. Not only physically, but emotionally. And when you’re physically feeling better, and emotionally feeling better, you’re all around aura is better. When I’m dieting, I feel like a million bucks. I feel good about my food options, my portions, that nice long walk I took, and as every week passes, the number peering up at me is always a wee bit less. I often wonder why we don’t all stick to our diets more often. You’d THINK that feeling so good about yourself would drive you to stick with it. I have never felt good after “pigging out” on a plate full of bon-bons. Have you? Not that bon-bons are my poison of choice. Throw a good ol’ Downeast Boiled Dinner in front of me ANY day… THAT’S when I got to town… I’m a meat and potatoes kinda girl. Chips, cookies, candies, and chocolate never meant a thing to me… a good old fashioned apple fritter could probably drive me to dive from Niagra Falls. I love them sweet sticky sins! It’s just that stinkin’ little voice inside my head that preaches “In moderation, Nadine, in MODERATION…” Or is that my Primary Care Provider, Chris, speaking to me via ESP?

So yes, this year I decided to jump back on the wagon, and give it another whirl. When New Years rolled around, we started off our diets on the right foot. We are as faithful as can be, walking, drinking water, eating just what our body needs every day, and not a drop more. One day a week, on Sunday, I reward us with a good “non-diet-friendly” home cooked meal that we’ve been hankering. We eat that ONE meal that ONE day and we don’t feel guilty. That “off day” is our treat day for being so devoted. Come Monday? Right back at it, harder than ever. We’ve been successful in years past doing this. One year Chad and I lost a total of 142 pounds together! It works for us, it’s just making it that “lifestyle change” that I’ve not mastered yet. We have found great meal alternatives for suppers, we twist family recipes to fit a leaner plate, and we really do so well when our head is in the game. After awhile, it’s not even dieting to me. It’s just the way it is. I already feel better. And in my goals, losing weight is about being able to chase my toddler around with a squirt gun this summer, or being able to run up a flight of stairs instead of walking. Course EVERY girl has those “jeans” she wants to slide back into. But for me, it’s more about bettering myself, and giving myself another chance to try again. Maybe 2014 is my year!

One day, millions of years ago, a caveman made a wagon. He made it with square wheels and wondered why it didn’t roll down the hill. Then on a hot Summer’s day, he made the wheels round and he realized it glided freely over all bumps and hurdles. You see, he put his mind to something, and he never gave up trying to better himself. I’m trying. This year, I’m gonna give it my all and put those round wheels back on for good. Cheers to a New Year and a better you, no matter what you do!