This is part two of my three 2011 New Year’s Resolutions series. We’ve all said we would commit but failed somewhere during the year to reach the goal. Failure is not an option for me.
Lose weight and get back in to shape.
Emory Wickline, US Army, Vietnam, 1969
I grew up an overweight kid. My Dad was forever eating what he wanted with little weight gain. My Mom, on the other hand, could simply look at a freshly baked loaf of Italian bread and gain a pound. I ended up at with my Mom’s metabolism. Once I graduated from college and living alone, I decided I was tired of being fat. I dropped seven dress sizes. Not bad for the pudgy kid.
After @HowardFactor and I married in 1991, we continued to work out four to five times a week. The Stairmaster was my weapon of choice along with lifting light weights. Two babies, a boot-strapped business launch and several long work commutes later and well, let’s just say we both have gotten extremely lazy with our workout routine.
During this time, my mother passed away; January 4 is the ninth anniversary of her death. Marie Antoinette Alesi Wickline died from congestive heart failure complications. After three decades plus of high blood pressure (including preeclampsia when she was pregnant with me); a lifetime of inactivity and a stroke eight years before, her body just could not go on. I was 33 when she died. Although I vowed I would not die young as she did at 76, I still, 10 years later, have not committed to a regular workout routine.
Our family joined a local gym on 31 December 2010. Our kids are active and we want them to continue to incorporate activity in to their lifestyle. This New Year’s Resolution benefits our whole family. I am happy to report that I have been active for one hour each day since then. Darn, it hurts because I am out of shape, but it also feels good.
What are you doing to pursue your resolutions? What is standing in your way? We are all busy, but life is too short not to fulfill your commitment to yourself. Carpe Diem.
