Today’s workout was more than just a feeble attempt to jump-start the year with 500 fewer calories. It ended up being an epiphany.
I was on my Arc Trainer, attempting to work off last night’s four pounds of brie and two gallons of champagne. My daughter was bundled up on the couch in front of me, watching her favorite show. At that moment when Ernie was singing to Bert about his favorite number, I realized something. I’m moving to Sesame Street.
OK, maybe I’m not moving there. I don’t think I have enough striped cheery sweaters. And the cracks in the sidewalks would mess with my heels. But I’m at least going to adopt some of its residents’ ways of thinking. Enter 2010—the year of the sunny days sweepin’ the clouds away.
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I will count my blessings. Each and every single one. Beyond the obvious things (my child, my pets, my home, my job), it’s the real accomplishment to find the beauty in the ugly, the good in the bad. Of course I’m thankful for my husband. But to be thankful for his snore (the upside of which is that he’s there with me), that’s the stuff I need to work on.