To help ensure my success, I’m not calling it Healthy. That word scares me. It implies a lack of fun & spontaneity, and a plethora of restrictions, rules and longing for just one bite of something naughty. This year, I’m calling it Schmealthy.
- Being schmealthy will allow me to have fun with my kids more, spontaneously invite friends for dinner more, and to live without restrictions, rules, and longing.
- Being schmealthy will encourage me to eat small quantities of delicious, new-found veggies, fruits, whole grains, and low-fat dairy throughout the day.
- Being schmealthy will get me out of my chair at work to take a flight and wish holiday greetings to my coworker friends.
- Being schmealthy will put me in the FitZone during a Core Fitness class, or working the elliptical and laughing heartily during an episode of Ellen DeGeneres.
- Being schmealthy will mean walking to Horizon Elementary for my monthly volunteer tutoring, taking my cooped-up and way-too-hyper dogs for a jog/walk to the duck pond more nights than not.
- As a schmealthy mom, I will take my chefs-in-training kids with me to the grocery store to discover new options that they can help me cook for dinner, after which we will enjoy a small, sweet and delightful treat to satisfy our longing taste buds.
- As a schmealthy woman, I will fall into bed exhausted from my active day, and sleep soundly for a solid 8 hours, and then wake refreshed, renewed, and ready to tackle it all again.