The first thing isn't something I necessarily want to do. It's something I have to do and something I've been harping about forever... which is to lose weight. I think I've tried pretty much every trick, gimmick and fad on the market. I've bought prepackaged foods, bars, shakes, attended meetings, joined groups, taken pills, counted points, joined strenuous boot-camps and lazy gyms, had plastic surgery, worn idiotic bracelets, etc, etc. And none of it has done a damn thing for me long term. Sure I could take a pill, drink shakes all day, or starve myself again.... but once I stop those things, the weight just piles back on. I've been there and I've done that and I'm not doing it again. So I'm going to do something I've never tried before. An idea completely foreign to most of us fat people. I'm going to use self control when it comes to food and get off my arse & exercise. Wow. What a concept, right? I don't want to burn out so I'm starting slowly. I'm not even going to step on a scale at this point. I just want to get into the habit of working out at least 4 days a week, (I'm up to 2 days a week for the past month... Yay!) Once I've mastered that, then I'll work on the eating thing. I figure I've got 2 1/2 years to get down to my goal of a size 8 (or approximately 130 lbs), so this gives me plenty of time. Even if I don't get thinner, at least I'll be healthier!
The second thing I want to do is learn to speak Spanish (fairly) fluently. Half of me is Hispanic and I don't even know how to speak it. That's just sad. And there's absolutely no excuse for it! My Mom knows how to speak it, (even if she tries to act like she doesn't). My Grandparents spoke it. All of the aunts, uncles, and a lot of cousins speak it. So why don't I?! I can make a mean pastele, but I can't carry on a conversation in Spanish with a relative. Sheesh. Sure, I look all whitey, but inside I'm a fiery little Latina. Ok, ok... a fiery little Latina who doesn't know her cabeza from her culo when it comes to Spanish; but that's ok, I got this. It's definitely time to learn!
The final thing I want to do is learn to play the guitar. I've wanted to learn since I was a little girl. I even had a guitar, but my Dad flaked out on teaching me & sold my guitar when he married my step-mom... and I lost heart after that. But here's the great thing: I don't even need to pay for lessons! My middle child is a little genius on the guitar, (thanks to God given talent & a good teacher), so I'm going to have him teach me. Not only will I learn to play, but it'll be great bonding time for us and he'll get to feel superior to me, which all teenagers love. I just have to talk him into it.... that'll be the hardest part. Ha!
So that's it. Just three (not so) little things. But I think I can, I think I can... Time to get my caboose in gear. Woot woot!
© Flippa Bird
(Me at 37 1/2)
Pic By: Me