Well... I already broke my resolution

January 2, 2022, was the longest day of my life.

This had nothing to do with the time I enjoyed at home with my family. I love hanging out with my family whenever I can.

This had to do with a certain New Year’s Resolution that I inadvertently made for 2022. And then broke on day one.

For a couple of years I watched my carbohydrate intake through a ketogenic diet; meaning high fat, low carb. It worked great for about a year. I was down 70 pounds and was full of energy.

Eventually, when it comes to food, a person tends to stray from strict eating practices. When you stack a couple of terrible emotional years like 2020 and 2021, it gets easier to eat a Reese’s Big Cup than an avocado.

Keto and I had a great run! It got harder and harder to try getting back into. So, eventually, I just started eating whatever I wanted. I lived it up! I. Ate. Everything.

I did notice that my weight went back up. I noticed that I couldn’t fit the jeans or shirts that I wore last winter. I decided that I would start eating better in December of 2021. That became Christmas. Then that became the day after Christmas. Then January 1 of 2022.

In an attempt to get my last delicious meals in, I ate whatever I wanted until the end of December.

Then came January 1. I woke up and looked around at the fruits and veggies we bought. And next to the bananas was a half bag of Spicy Nachos Doritos and by that was a half of a package of Peanut Butter Oreos.

It may be needless to say, but that junk food and I had unfinished business. A crime of passion took place. I broke my resolution.

Then came the longest day of my life; January 2. Tears may have flowed, but I ate fruit, veggies and fish throughout the day. I was sad, hungry, maybe a little hangry, but I noticed that I had more energy than I have had in months.

I am sincerely going to observe healthier eating this year. One thing is for sure, I feel like my heart and waistline need a healthier diet. Wish me luck and feel free to look at me with pure disappointment if you see me loading my cart with cinnamon rolls… Trust me, those probably aren’t for my sons.