Tales of a Hot Mess Mama

The New Year is upon us, my friends, finally.
There is no guarantee 2021 will be any better, but with any luck, our current troubles will fade to memories and we can go forward on a road that is a little less bumpy.
I don’t generally make resolutions but this year I decided to make just one.
Get healthy.
I did not grow up in a health-conscious house. We were Hostess cupcake connoisseurs and soda guzzlers — not exactly the best habits to carry into adulthood.
Reliance on junk food for comfort was ingrained deep in my psyche and I have never met that demon head-on to tell it to piss off — until now.
But what does “get healthy” really mean?
Does that mean I want to be sample size “skinny?”
No.
I have no desire to get in the modeling game and the size 10s I’m rockin’ work just fine for me and these post-baby hips.
Does that mean I’ll live on kale and chicken breast?
No.
I know there are so many people who have made these stringent dietary restrictions a way of life and I applaud you but pasta and I go way back and I’m just not willing to leave her behind.
Getting healthy for me just means making a conscious effort every day to eat more veggies, spend less time on devices, working up a sweat and drinking more of the real “good stuff.” Water guys — as boring as it is — it’s water.
Instead of looking to food (or let’s be real, in my case, too much wine) for comfort, I will find comfort in my family, in my friends and in the delicious feeling of sore muscles after I lovingly worked them toward their greatest potential.
Indulgences are now a treat, not a way to cope.
So, there it is folks. Somehow sharing it here gives it some weight and makes me really not want to let you all down by giving up. And for those of you who are looking for a “get healthy” partner, know that in spirit I am your cheerleader and biggest fan. You can do whatever you put your mind to — I believe in you.