Reflections

Over at Spo-Reflections today the lovely Spo made a post commenting on how many blogfriends are discussing lifestyle changes, specifically revolving around health and weight-loss issues. Of course one of those blogfriends is me, with regards quitting smoking. But it's also fair to say that I've put on at least 2 inches in my waistline through being sedentary just in the last month or two which is hardly what anyone can call healthy.

A change in eating habits (let's just call it overeating shall we) and less exercise have both contributed to the situation. Looking down now I can see a nice big bulge - but it's in my t-shirt not my trousers.

I've already decided as part of the quitting smoking thing to make some lifestyle changes, eating more healthily being one of those. The twitter-quitting is also part of it - I want to either learn or be otherwise productive with my time.

And the next part, which on the plan begins this weekend, is a resumption of defined exercise; small goals, one thing at a time, being a trick for all types of challeges including this one.

A resumption of exercise by necessity means running or gymming in the evenings. And one of the challenges to not smoking is to change habits. I tended to smoke in the evenings while watching mostly brainless TV or using the internet to post on facebook, twitter or write-up the blog.

So here's the rub. I'm now wondering if part of the lifestyle changes I need to employ might mean a stop to this. I'm sorta thinking it does which seems a shame but I don't know what else to do.

I need to find some sort of compromise but I'm a bit lost. I really don't want to sit here, like I am right now, typing and half-watching Ugly Betty, and regret my actions when I have to be booked in for a stomach bypass like the kid in the show I watched earlier called obese at 16 (the husb's viewing choice by the way - he loves any type of real human drama). 

And I'm wondering if I should even be writing this as it all sounds a bit whiny which isn't very me at all. Where's a mirror so I can slap myself. Talk about melodrama.

Maybe I just needed to put all this in writing. It's often said talking with someone often makes your own thoughts clearer.

I think I need to acknowledge this part of online time as being productive. Which I can intellectually deal with though I'm now smiling to myself and wondering if that's some sort of cop out. :-)

To hell with it. One step at a time.