On my Tray of Bliss is my abject acceptance that I have overindulged over Winter, and simply must improve my diet and exercise regime.
Strangely, whilst on holiday recently, I had no trouble bounding out of bed each morning, greeting the new day with enthusiasm, and pounding the pavement for hours on end admiring touristy stuff.
How come then, that I arrive home, and immediately revert to being a couch potato extraordinaire.
I could blame the chilly weather. It has rarely been above 10 degrees Centigrade here lately...nippy for we Queenslanders.
I could blame my long list of household chores and the fact that the Dancing Diva has been home on school vacation.
But really it's just because I am not, by nature, an exerciser.
A long bout of Glandular Fever as a teen, left me unable and unwilling to participate in sport for several years, and aside from an odd obssession with Aerobics classes in my twenties, I've never managed to dredge up an interest in anything other than walking. I had a short lived flirtation with Zumba but was seriously humbled by the ensuing lower back pain (common apparently).
So based upon the tried and true, 'Eat less and exercise more', I have a plan.
1. Increase intake of fresh fruit and vegetables.
2. Increase water intake.
3. Download some dance tracks onto my iPhone and boogie some of the pounds off.
4. Focus on being 'healthy' and not necessarily 'skinny'.
5. Start getting out my Summer clothes and trying them on. I know they won't fit and I'll be shocked into action!
6. Think 'French' and incorporate more incidental exercise into my day, as well as decreasing portion sizes.
7. Review my habit of a glass or two of Sauvignon Blanc each evening...calories, calories, calories!
That's about it. It's not like I eat poorly. In fact we pride ourselves on a very healthy diet, with little or no junk food. Certainly we enjoy our wine, which at my age can certainly pack on the kilos, and being a half decent cook means plenty of good food to do the same.
Today is Day One. My diet is no diet. The mere mention of the word is enough to throw my foodie heart into flutters.
Today is Day One of the me I want to be. The me whizzing down the slopes at Falls Creek this time next year. The me swanning around at Noosa at Christmas, proud of my fit, healthy limbs. The me keeping up with The Dancing Diva and Darling Husband for several years to come.
That's the me I want to be.
Day One. On my Tray of Bliss is not too many carrot and celery sticks, a bit of a boogie in the living room, and a promise to me to live up to the me I want to be.
What's on your Tray of Bliss?