Spare me the "Happy New" blah, blah, blah
Many of my well wishing friends and family who rushed to send messages at the stroke of midnight will be shocked to hear me say this, but I don't like the "Happy New Year" greetings, and salutations. Even more, I detest the amount of time it's used into the New Year; a day, two weeks, the whole of January? It is just another day, a new day, if you insist, but just another day on the calendar. This year let’s dispense with the greetings and get truly serious about starting anew.
This New Year let’s not make the mistake of focusing on what’s on the outside of ourselves, but rather what could be happening on the inside. We American’s are killing ourselves to be beautiful by any means necessary. In the old year, we witnessed the public death of Brittany Murphy. Here was a woman living in LA LA Land who had became so concerned about her external appearance that she starved herself to death, no matter what the coroner’s report reveals we all know the truth of it. When she landed on the big screen in the movie Clueless she was a healthy, normal sized, awkward teenager. When she left this planet she was a shell of herself, literally. But many of us aspire to this definition of beauty. Let’s not do it in the New Year.
The disease of skinny rarely kills east of the Rocky Mountains. In America, obesity is the second leading cause of death in America, and yet as I write this all of us, me included, are allowing this silent killer to live as we live, walk as we walk, and eventually kill without judgment or execution. I have to ask, how can something so preventable be such a killer? Time Magazine and ABC News called it a crisis.
To be fair I will use myself as the best example. I am 5 foot 9 inches, and without revealing too much, I admit I am more than 200 pounds and overweight. According to the Centers for Disease Control I am the picture of obesity. At my best I was 18 percent body fat. Translation: I was fit and fine. Not anymore. Today at 40, I have to get real and fight this killer as if it had harmed my child. If I don’t fight it like it stole something, it will inevitably steal me away from my one-year old’s future. If I lose this fight I risk heart disease, diabetes, cancers, high blood pressure, and ultimately DEATH. I cannot lose this fight.
Around the New Year we are inundated with tons of gym commercials, quick weight-loss products and gimmicks. But it’s simple, fewer calories in and more calories out. When I was fine that was my mantra. It’s not new, not sexy, it’s truth; can’t package that into a 2 minute commercial starring an unhealthy, skinny actress. I must get moving and get this monkey off my back like my life depends on it, because it does.
Let’s turn those annual resolutions into life commitments. My commitment is to revive my mantra that made me fine before, do the necessary exercise, and blog about my life-change that will ultimately lead to weight loss, and life gain. I will tell the truth and only the truth about my experience of taking back my life. I welcome your thoughts and support during this time. I also implore everyone who hears my rantings to join me and get the weight off, and live to tell about it.
Happy New You!
This New Year let’s not make the mistake of focusing on what’s on the outside of ourselves, but rather what could be happening on the inside. We American’s are killing ourselves to be beautiful by any means necessary. In the old year, we witnessed the public death of Brittany Murphy. Here was a woman living in LA LA Land who had became so concerned about her external appearance that she starved herself to death, no matter what the coroner’s report reveals we all know the truth of it. When she landed on the big screen in the movie Clueless she was a healthy, normal sized, awkward teenager. When she left this planet she was a shell of herself, literally. But many of us aspire to this definition of beauty. Let’s not do it in the New Year.
The disease of skinny rarely kills east of the Rocky Mountains. In America, obesity is the second leading cause of death in America, and yet as I write this all of us, me included, are allowing this silent killer to live as we live, walk as we walk, and eventually kill without judgment or execution. I have to ask, how can something so preventable be such a killer? Time Magazine and ABC News called it a crisis.
To be fair I will use myself as the best example. I am 5 foot 9 inches, and without revealing too much, I admit I am more than 200 pounds and overweight. According to the Centers for Disease Control I am the picture of obesity. At my best I was 18 percent body fat. Translation: I was fit and fine. Not anymore. Today at 40, I have to get real and fight this killer as if it had harmed my child. If I don’t fight it like it stole something, it will inevitably steal me away from my one-year old’s future. If I lose this fight I risk heart disease, diabetes, cancers, high blood pressure, and ultimately DEATH. I cannot lose this fight.
Around the New Year we are inundated with tons of gym commercials, quick weight-loss products and gimmicks. But it’s simple, fewer calories in and more calories out. When I was fine that was my mantra. It’s not new, not sexy, it’s truth; can’t package that into a 2 minute commercial starring an unhealthy, skinny actress. I must get moving and get this monkey off my back like my life depends on it, because it does.
Let’s turn those annual resolutions into life commitments. My commitment is to revive my mantra that made me fine before, do the necessary exercise, and blog about my life-change that will ultimately lead to weight loss, and life gain. I will tell the truth and only the truth about my experience of taking back my life. I welcome your thoughts and support during this time. I also implore everyone who hears my rantings to join me and get the weight off, and live to tell about it.
Happy New You!
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