Let’s talk New Year’s resolutions! Did you make any this year? If so, how are they going so far? Or…which ones have you broken already?
Well, I might have said something about eating less fat, salt and sugar starting “after the holidays.” And then a huge box of beautiful assorted chocolates arrived from clear across the country, and really…what could I do? I limit myself to 2-ish treats per day, just for the guessing factor, of course. (Hey, it gets a little boring here in NH in January if you’re not a skiier.) The other (*cough*) resolution I made was to be less hard on myself, especially writing-wise. So far so good, I think–and we’re a whole 2 weeks in!
Could this be why instead of losing weight, I only keep gaining it? Hmmm…
I haven’t had much luck with resolutions over the years. So, this year I decided to pick a word to be my guidepost for the year —my inspiration word for the year. I’ve seen other people talk about doing this and it sounded vague enough to work for me. It’s now the middle of January and I haven’t picked out a word for 2023 yet. Maybe “procrastination” is my word by default. I also resolved or at least decided to attempt to write 2023 instead of 2022. I haven’t been one-hundred percent successful on that yet, buy I’m making progress. I remembered the date, or at least the year, when I signed in at the doctor’s office yesterday.
I’ve never been one to make new year’s resolutions. I guess it’s because if I want to get something done or change anything about myself, I simply do it–then and there, as soon as I decide whatever it is I want to do.
But the biggest recent change in my daily life is that late last year (no, not at New Year’s) I decided to start working out with weights (have you seen how skinny and weak my arms are?). And so far so good. But then again, it’s only been about three weeks so far. Those of you who come to Left Coast Crime in March can let me know if you notice any difference….
I don’t make resolutions. I’m fairly goal-oriented regularly, but recently I had to start getting back into my workout routine again. I got out of it because in October, hubs needed an operation so he wasn’t supposed to exercise for a while. Dummy that I am, *I* quit exercising too. Why? I dunno. Solidarity? Regardless, it was a bad decision. I’ve been lifting weights and stretching the last couple of weeks, but when I got back on the treadmill the other morning, I said, “Don’t worry, just do ten minutes. Go easy.” I got off after three. Sigh. On the upside, I have kept my resolution to finish off the leftover fudge.
I’ve stopped doing official resolutions, but I have intentions. Every January, I think my life will refresh and go off swimmingly. Things I hoped would magically get corrected in 2023 (and have clearly not) include:
-Being late to events
(Can I use “traffic” as an excuse every time?)
(Dropped a cute little vase I’d just gotten)
(Even with turn-by-turn directions!)
-Not sleeping enough
(all in the name of finishing my to-do list for the day)
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