So far I really like 2013. Not that I have done anything really exciting for the whole three days. I did have lunch with my friend Barbara today, that was fun, but here are the other things I have done in 2013:
Still cleaning out closets and four rooms so we can rearrange where Carter lives and Russ works in our house. That has been the majority of time. I was very thankful that the trash and recycling got picked up yesterday and I have already refilled them.
I have done six loads of laundry.
I helped Russ get his office ready for a big meeting he has today and tomorrow. I baked carrot muffins and make fruit platters. I shopped for drinks, new dishes and coffee makers. I organized the lunch they served today, met the caterers and enlisted the wonderful help of Cliff to run get the ice I forgot.
I cleaned the rugs where Shay-shay got sick.
I drove Carter to Dover Saddlery to spend her Christmas gift cards.
I cooked, cleaned, emptied the dishwasher, needle pointed, paid bills, and went to Costco.
Why the hell do I like 2013 so much? I got on the scale this morning and I was one pound below by low weight of 2012. Not only was I one pound below my low I was four pounds below my Christmas day weight. After losing 53 pounds in a little less than six months I had only lost 3 in the months of November and December combined. I really did not change my eating in those months, save three days that I gave myself to celebrate. But I just was not losing. Sad, sad.
But come a new year and I am dropping weight again. I think that maybe there is some cosmic thing that says you are only allowed to lose so much weight in any given calendar year, and it gets to be a smaller number every year. I think that my number was 56 pounds and once I lost that much I was capped.
As soon as the year turned it has started coming off again. Hooray for a new year. Even if my new number is five pounds less than last year I am fine because I don’t want to lose that much weight this year because I would still actually like to be alive.
I am setting a new public goal of losing eleven pounds by Spring Break, the second week of March. I do much better if I do something publically and declarative. So there it is. My trainer Tom told me I better do a ton of cardio to reach that goal. Good thing I have at least 68 trips to the attic planned for the next three days. I am thinking of taking up wood chopping just for the exercise. I hope that 2013 continues on this positive, or in my case, negative path.
As I child I was never very good at sports. I swam on the club swim team and could ice skate on our pond, but other than that I did not participate in any organized teams. It just was not the thing to do in the late 60’s and early 70’s. The thought of my mother driving me to an after school activity or worse yet, watching a game where I sat on the bench was just unheard of, which was really too bad since my mother loves to watch sports
The good news was my youngest sister Janet was a real jock and by the time she came along my mother had more time to take her hither and yon to tennis, basketball and skiing. It was also more satisfying for my mother because Janet was a superior athlete to watch with pride.
I was born about 30 years too soon because now a days cooking has become competitive. Think about how many TV show there are with cooking competitions on them, Chopped, Top Chef, Cupcake Wars, Iron Chef, The Next Food Network Star and on and on. When one of these shows is on in our kitchen my daughter often says, “Mom, you should be on that show.” What nirvana that is for a mother to hear from her 13 year old.
Cooking has become akin to a sport. Chefs are almost super heroes. Bobby Flay is today’s Joe Namath. The best thing is that to be a great cook you do not have to be born with any particular genetic advantage. Being tall or strong does not help you produce a better soufflé.
The best part about being a good cook is it is the one skill you will use everyday of your whole life. Before I was married my friends used to say that whomever I married was going to be very lucky because I could cook. Amazingly enough my husband asked me to marry him before I ever cooked him a single meal. In fact he proposed in the parking lot of the ACME supermarket as we were going in to buy groceries for dinner.
Although it was not the most traditional place to be proposed to, it was probably the most appropriate for me and he did not even know it. I can report that after I said yes, I asked him if we should at least tell the produce manager in the hopes of getting a celebratory free tomato.
So if you are not a great sportsman, nor a great cook, just wait a few years. Something new will emerge as the next competitive activity. For all you great laundry folders, your day is coming.