It’s a poetic blog post title, but not entirely true. Despite my love of poutine, I do not resemble a couch potato … not even remotely. But I could drop a few pounds. Padlock that tub of ice cream, and lose the key to it. Switch to Chapman’s frozen yogurt (it’s not much of a sacrifice 🙂 ). Watch a few episodes (or even just one) of Extreme Weight Loss Edition to motivate me.
I am more likely to indulge in baked sweet potato frites than french fries–that’s somewhat healthy. So I’m telling myself that a six-pack (not of beer) is not out of the question. The muscle tone can definitely be firmed up. And to do that, I have to feel the burn. Stay (mentally) hungry and driven. Experience and enjoy the soreness that comes from lactic acid buildup in rarely used muscles.
Exercise four hours a day. Embrace the merits of yoga, deep breathing, and the lotus position. Do deep knee bends wherever I can find a ledge to stabilize myself as I bounce up and down upon it. Do the stairs 100X a day. Get to sleep early instead of in the wee hours of the morning. Forgo a few hours of blogging on the computer.
Eat less pasta sauce. Get acquainted with the blender and drink a kale-and-avocado smoothie every few days. That’s not too bad, as I love the colour green and the vegetable kale (I’ve always been one for meals that can be drank in one sitting, rather than those I need to get teeth and jaws into, like steak and prawns–which doesn’t mean that I am a cheap date, though).
As for avocado, I am attempting to grow those at home (if Tom Selleck can do it, so can I. The difference between us is that I actually am partial to the taste of avocado). So far, I have been rewarded with about eight-to-ten leaves and a foot of plant growth from three seeds sown in the late spring of last year. That’s a start.
As soon as I finish these crab (real crab, not pollock) pâté sandwiches, I’ll implement all these changes. Boy, am I so glad that I didn’t make any New Year’s Resolutions for 2014.