January 2nd, not January 1st

I've always felt that January 1st was a bogus day for starting resolutions.  It's a day of recovery, rest, and renewal.  To try to start a new lifestyle coming off of a late night, a possible hangover, and out of sync with your regular work schedule seems unrealistic.   So, I typically use it as a day to wade slowly into the water, regroup, and cast off any final vices that need one last acknowledgement.

Thus, yesterday was popcorn at the Star Wars movie and Mexican food for dinner.  Vegetarian? Yes.  Well behaved?  Not particularly.  My son had a half-eaten bag of Doritos lying around from his NYE celebration w the guys . It didn't go untouched.

Today, with a doctor visit just ten days off to check my blood pressure again, I know that the YMCA, meditation, and an eating approach that minimizes salt and sugars will be my friends.  No one is going to be cheering me on this time.  No telling all my healthy friends on Facebook, not Wendy who is struggling w/ her own health journey enough.  I have to lead.  I have to be the one driving the ship, and hopefully she will follow along and find her rhythms too.  And friends will notice my efforts in the aftermath of my hard work, rather than be privy to it along the way.  

Of course, the hard work never really ends from here.  I'm 50.  This is just life going forward.  Exercise or suffer.  Eat right or suffer.  Those are the options.

That's the reality of it.

Here we go.

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