Starting to DASH!
February 18th, 2009 -- Posted in Annette's Health Corner | No Comments »Hey,
Yes, that’s the way I really greet people because I’m from the southeastern US and that’s just what’s done. I’ve undertaken this both as a way to learn to blog and a way to hold myself accountable for getting back into shape. Like any self-respecting southern woman,I am a phenomenal cook. I don’t measure anything, and you know what that means…I learned to cook by taste. I don’t cotton to the idea of insulting a guest by serving a meal that is less than mouth-watering. And, last but not least, I have the backside to show for my hospitality. My saving grace is that I swim laps…lots and lots of laps…and while we all learn about the DASH Diet, we’ll also be learning about the every-day differences that can be made in your life if you just start moving. Oh yea…one more thing, I have a 14 year old son, a dog, a boa constrictor, way too many cats and a job that no one in their right mind would seriously consider keeping, but that I happen to love, so we’ll be examining the very real obstacles to twenty-first century single mothers with computers instead of dates getting back into life and back into shape. I hope you decide to come along for the ride! I promise NEVER to tell you the truth about my weight, because then I’d have to shoot you, but always to tell you the truth about losses and gains and the struggle to balance the fact that I deserve a hot body and a healthy heart, but realistacally, mothers are pretty much completely utillitarian…we serve a pur pose and we BETTER serve that purpose if we know what’s good for us.
Day 1…So far, all I’ve done is to start planning and writing. The insane job is at a home for status-offending girls and we took a group of them skating tonight. We were celebrating February birthdays, and there was birthday cake served. There were also grapes. I looked at the table and thought about how sweet those grapes looked. I’m not joking…I looked at pretzels, cake, and two different candies and wanted grapes. As I polished off most of a bowl of them, I realized that I’m growing up nutritionally. I ate the healthier choice and I didn’t feel robbed. I felt like grapes are wonderful and I don’t want birthday cake butt and pretzel high blood-pressure. I felt like I could do this.
More later…
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