Ya, News Years Resolutions; although living in the present is all well and good.. sometimes tomorrow can’t come fast enough

Ya…  New Year’s Resolutions, we’ve all been there, done that.

I know we need to live in the moment, and I like to think I do, but thank God today turned into yesterday. Tomorrow is already here, and I’m looking at a brand new day. Sometimes, we need that extra break, you know the one, to start over again. I love how a new day always brings hope and a chance to start afresh.

New Year’s resolutions are getting harder to keep now, and I’m struggling with that. Why do we do the resolution thing anyway? Something about a new year and new beginnings gets us all hyped up and ready to take on new challenges.

Health and fitness, emotional commitments, work habits, finances, and whatever else we focused on, we are almost a whole month into it now. How many of us are still at it I wonder? Thank goodness I didn’t need to quit smoking, I did that 10 years ago, although I had a distinct longing for one today.

One cigarette would do me in and I would smoke the whole pack, coughing and choking my way through until I got that one good drag of nirvana. I know that about myself so I stay away from ‘just a puff’. Food is a whole different ballgame though, because we need to eat to survive.

I’m not going to bore you with the details but geez, it’s been almost a whole month keeping more or less on track and so far so good. Baking buns however was NOT a good idea, but I promised them to the ‘Parkie’ bake sale.

Making a cheesecake dessert was a complete folly, it was kinda like taking that first puff. So what is better than a nice warm bun out of the oven, two warm buns?  It seems like they were only teasers and although I have willpower, ok that’s a baldfaced lie, I had none after the first two… damn. The real butter was the culprit, gotta have real butter!

So demolishing a few more buns was like, ah well I’ve done it and omg they were so delicious. I quickly divided up the rest, froze some for the bake sale, and took some of the cheesecake and the other buns to my girlfriends. The rest of the cheesecake went into the fridge to be cut up later into squares. Mistake number two.

Coming home from cards at the clubhouse, and a short visit with girlfriend to drop off goodies, I took the rest of the cheesecake out of the fridge. It needed to be cut into squares and the crust also needed trimming, ya right. While I am doing this I’m watching a documentary on ‘Food and Obesity’.

As the trimmed part of the delicious cheesecake is making its way into my stomach, I’m watching the documentary and it’s truly frightening. White flour and sugar are slowly killing us and putting us on more and more medications. This is making us really sick, it goes on and on as I’m trimming more cheesecake to disappear into the black hole, all the while watching this fascinating drama unfold.

Not content with just the cheesecake I find a piece of BBQ steak in the fridge and wonder hmm, how old is this? After checking it over and smelling it, I deem it fit to eat, and proceed to trim off the fat. I do have a little class, very little.. The documentary has this guy on a juice diet for 60 days and now I’m getting thirsty.

I need something wet now, maybe some canned peaches to wash down all this bread and sugar, peaches are healthy right? The leftover steak was a protein and we need protein and lots of fruit in our diet. While putting the cheesecake squares back into the fridge I notice the ‘Happy Cow’ low-fat Swiss creamy cheese wedges. We also need dairy in a healthy diet.. hmmm

Seems like the more the guy loses on the documentary, with his fruit and vegetable juicer diet, the more I need to eat to keep his strength up. This documentary is truly eye-opening, as is the rate at which I consume whatever I find in the fridge, making its way into my mouth.

The documentary finally comes to a close, thank goodness, and he has lost 60 pounds. I, however, have managed to put a month’s worth of sensible eating on hold, having lost complete control over my binge. I decided to go to bed and call it a night, that was a big fat lapse in judgment. I’ve been awake most of the night with terrible heartburn, and finally got up and did the old baking soda trick, relief at last!

Tomorrow comes, and it is today. Thank god for a new day and a new beginning. I renew my vow of chastity, oops that was the wrong one, and that will never happen. I resolve to get back into the saddle, hmmm… well you get the drift. I’m thinking of maybe getting myself one of those juicers, as well as keeping up on the cactus juice, see my New Year’s resolution blog.

Here’s to new tomorrows for those of us that truly need them…

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January 30th 2015