Most of you probably know me already but I will introduce myself anyway. My name is Sandy. I live in Coastal Massachusetts, north of Boston. I soon will celebrate my 50th birthday and this is the driving force in this new blog.
I have recently had occasion to realize that growing old can be a horrible thing. If you let it. I have learned that moving and being in shape is the key. I plan to move until I am getting the dirt thrown on me. That is my new motto in life. My grand plan is that this moving around will help me out exponentially. I hope it’s true, but I am willing to give it a try.
I am..(I have always loved that sentence. So full of promise and thrills)
I am a woman, a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend. I am a Knitter (capital K), an occasional crafter, a person who loves to play with color and materials. I am a chef in wolf’s clothing, a cat lover, a patient and kind person. I am sensitive (Sometimes that can be a bad thing), funny, wonderful and my hair is a color that only my hair person knows. I am fighting wrinkles, I have dry skin, I love doritos and I am a wine lover. I am grateful, a deep thinker, an overthinker, a closet chicken of bad thunderstorms. I notice things; the beauty of nature, the kindness of strangers and rudeness. I am not a worrier, I am really good at letting it roll off me. That’s a good thing. I am not a neat person but I love things to be clean. A bed that is made, a table that is clean and no dishes in the sink are all I need to be a happy person.
I never wear shoes in the house, I love flannel pants, I love to smell good, I read. A lot. I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I love to stargaze. I hate the hot and humid weather and I love it when it snows. I love to drink coffee (That is a new one in my life) especially Starbucks. If I were a rich person, I would drink about 3 starbucks lattes a day.
I am not a rich person, I am terrible with money. I spend too much. Just ask my husband. I would make a great rich person. Srsly.
I have been married 26 years and a mother for almost 25. I am, if I do say so myself, a kick ass wife and mother (with the exception of the above item)
I love to show people I love them by cooking them something wonderful to eat. I love it when people eat the food I create. It fills me with joy.
Oh, and I am fat. And unathletic.
While I cannot make myself be an athlete (it’s a coordination thing) I pose this question to you….Can a fat girl become a runner? I have wondered at the question for a while now. I long to find out. Right now? I doubt it. But who knows what the future brings, right?
For now, I am on Weight Watchers. And for me, it’s not just a matter of losing the weight (although it certainly IS that) but it is more about eating healthy. My goal everyday is to eat healthy food, drink plenty of water and to move a bit more than I did the day before. While I have not started an exercise program yet, I soon will. It all starts with baby steps, right?
So, I start this new blog in the search of a new me. Losing one part of me, finding another. Perhaps it’s a mid life crisis. Or 50-itis. But I look forward to this journey.
My plans for this blog is to have it go along for the ride. It won’t be a study of exactly what I eat or every step I take, but I do plan to talk a bit about diet and fitness and my progress. I will talk of food and good recipes. I will even knit along the way. There will be (I’m sure) family talk and some of the workings of my mind. My thoughts and inner stuff, silly pictures and pretty shiny things.
And honestly, I cannot promise that I will never again in my life polish off a bag of doritos, I will make believe it is in my plan along the way to the eternal question….Can I be a runner?