Reality Bites

I spent far too long in the dream world of sweats, sleeping in, and stuffing my face.

I made some futile attempts at exercising here and there, hoping to offset the thousands of calories I was consuming. And at one point last week, once the crowds had died down around here, I thought I might hop back on to the healthy train a little early. Get a head start on the new year and all its accompanying resolutions. That lasted a day. Still too many cookies and kids and laziness.

Yesterday it was all over.

I was up before dawn, sweating it out on the treadmill. Today I went back to my early morning exercise class after a three-month hiatus. I have not consumed any refined sugar or white flour in the past 36 hours. And it kind of stinks.

But, just like with high school or college, we have to move on from our glory days of revelling and gluttony. It's in the past now, fun to reflect on now and them, but in our wisdom and maturity we know it can't last forever.

Time to grow up and face reality.

And maybe - hopefully - be able to button up those jeans again.