I’m not one for the whole New Year’s Resolution-thing. The start of the year has no other meaning than Julius Caesar decided the date worked for him for religious and political reasons. Since then both the religion and the Roman Empire has ceased to exist. (Click here, for a rather interesting read about why the year starts on Jan 1st as opposed to any other date of the year)
I am also not a fan of the whole resolutions thing since they always get broken. You’re good for a week, then it goes downhill from there and you can add yet another failure to your list of accomplishments. I realize that the only thing that has changed since last year, is (drumroll please) THE YEAR!
The new routine I am trying to implement into my life is in no way, shape or form related to the new year. No, Sir! It is rather, a direct result of a decision I made 10 weeks ago, when I decided to quit smoking. As many ex-smokers before me have learned, there is an obvious inversely proportional correlation between how much poison you no longer inhale into your lungs and the circumference of your waist. For those of you that have never quit smoking, this is what happens: For every cigarette you do not fire up and inhale, your waist grows! I KNOW! IT’S SICK!
Then add all the fat and sugary foods us Northerners stuff our faces with during Christmas. Of course, by tradition there must be 7 different kinds of festive bakes. There are several traditional dinners we must go through, and I can assure you – not one of them is particularly healthy! Not even the cod, as it is served with a delicious sauce, consisting of cream and butter. There is chocolate, marzipan, desserts and puddings, there is beer and aquavit, there is soda and there is wine – and it is all flowing in liberal quantities. Of course, quitting smoking under such circumstances may seem foolish if gaining weight is a concern. Yes, I’ll give you that. But then there is never a good time to quit smoking in that respect, there will always be a celebration or an event where one may be tempted to stuff sugar cookies in one’s mouth.
The thing is – there is a significant difference between quitting smoking and quitting life. I want to keep my social life even though I choose not to smoke. I do want to go about my life in the exact same way as before – just without the smokes! I do want to celebrate X-mas, without the smokes. I want Easter-vacation as well (I do not celebrate Easter religiously, but it is bank holidays and time off), and I do want my marzipan eggs and the sweets and the seasonal foods. I am unwilling to change all of that just because I quit smoking! The result is that 10 kilos places themselves around my waist, and I am down to two pairs of jeans that I am able to zip up, and then the top half of my stomach spills over the waistband making me look as if I got stuck halfway through a motorcycle tire. If I keep this up, I will look just like the Michelin man! And that is the reason I took up jogging!
I must say that quitting smoking this time is going way better than before. I haven’t really exploded on anyone, and the urge to kill people for being annoying has not been very prominent. Now, that fact alone should qualify for a shiny #weeklysmile!
(If you want to hear all about my first week of jogging, stay tuned for a very, very, very whiney post.)
I am joining the #WeeklySmile bunch, as I wholeheartedly agree with the host, Trent, that we need some positive posts in between all the serious stuff in the news and on the web. Give someone a smile today, and see what happens!
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