I learned something new today!

I was going to say something witty like ‘the sloth ends today,’ or somesuch. Turns out I was hearing the wrong word in my head (I’ve always, always, rhymed it with “moth” or “cloth.”)

I like to think I’m an active sorta person, but the last couple of weeks, let’s just say I’ve enjoyed a cup or two of eggnog, and perhaps some Christmas cookies. And some candy. And a honeybaked ham. And some beer. And more candy, and another batch of cookies (had to have something to leave for Santa), and hey, Santa likes eggnog, too! I ran probably fifteen miles over the break, which is abysmally little compared to my plan.

I’m declaring that it’s over. This is the end. When I go back to work on Wednesday, I go back to working on me, too. I’ve spent six weeks seeing what being sedentary can do to a person. I’ve sat for hours on end at the emergency room, where it dawned on me that just about everyone coming in had a distinctive body shape, which is a lot like mine. I’ve been visiting a nursing home since last week, seeing people that have left behind the chance to get active (funny mental picture for y’all: six ladies, all but one in a wheelchair, watching Sex and the City reruns in the common room)

I don’t want to get old before my time. I don’t want to be out of breath climbing stairs. I don’t want to go buy more, bigger clothes before spring break. I have no one to blame but me for the shape I’m in (really), so no one but me can get me out of these habits.

See ya later, 2007. Happy New Year, everyone.