Fitness Friday: Mathematics Edition

So, this week's Fitness Friday is all arithmetic, baby!  Easy-peasy, right? 

Although I indulged in too many of my yummy cookies ((thanking God I never had the time to bake all I wanted)) and never even allowed my eyes to rest upon the sight of my treadmill, much less turn it on, I don't feel the worse for wear.  And I'm not going near the scale to prove it for fear of learning that I am quite worse for wearing all those cookie crumbs.  It would devastate me today, and I'm just not having it.  

Today is my hubby's birthday, our first birthday of the year, and we intend to make a big deal of it.  Our family has missed three years of birthdays together, and we have plans--big, big plans!  And these plans don't include counting points, calories, or fat grams.  These plans include BEEF and cheesecake and just plain ol' family fun.

So, AFTER TODAY, I'll do the arithmetic below.

I plan to ADD water to my day.  Except when pregnant and then nursing, I never drink enough water.  It's not as though I don't like it--I know there are some folks who don't.  No, I really LOVE it, but I need to make it more convenient or something.  I just don't get enough, and it shows all over: my skin, my sunken eyes, carb cravings, irritability ((that could just be me, but I'm blaming the water and then the devil)), and difficulty sleeping.  I need the H2O so I can flow.

I hope to SUBTRACT seconds, as in, "I love this food so much that I gotta eat one more plate-full or I will just d-i-e, DIE!"  I won't--die, that is.  I will eat again in, like, four more hours, and there is nothing that tastes as good as sweet success.  I will remind myself that staying where I am today leaves a bitter aftertaste, even if the meal is sticky sweet ((or savory)).  My new mantra: Eat small, be smaller.

I'm on a roll, so I'm totally going there:

And, like Brenda, I would really love to MULTIPLY the number of dresses I wear by spring.  I know I won't give myself leave to wear 'em until I hit my halfway goal, when they look less like circus tents and more like the pure feminine bliss they were designed to be.

Finally, when I DIVIDE my time each week between my husband and kids, I hope to leave some time for just me: time to reflect, time to plan, time to hope--who am I kidding??!  Time to get my nails done!  Time to shop ALONE!  Time to sip, not chug, a SMALL, albeit steaming hot, almond latte.  Time to recharge.

Whew!  Although I love math, I'm glad this one is ov-ah.

Have a great weekend surrounded by God's grace and steeped in His love!

I'm thinking Midnight in Moscow...