last year, my only official new year’s resolution was to stop reading my horoscope. i did fairly well with that. i can probably count on one hand the number of times i peeked at what the stars had in store for me. i’m hoping i can do as well this year.
\nyou see, this year i have resolutions. lots of resolutions. normally, i don’t go for the whole resolution thang<\/i>, but this year is different. this year i’m going to be thirty years old and if i don’t have my shit together by the time i’m thirty… i’ll have to pretend i’m still twenty-nine. so, my resolutions are as follows:
\neat properly<\/b>
\nthis blanket resolution encompasses portion sizes, intake frequency and quality of food choices; consisting of not allowing anything which does not require some sort of preparation into my house & allowing myself one day of the week to eat outside of this guideline (most probably fridays as it is card night and the night i’ll most often eat restaurant & snack food). i’m not saying i will not eat meat or i will not drink coffee or i will not eat junk food. i’m saying that i will balance everything out, but most of all treat food as fuel. i will attempt to learn to eat to live, not live to eat, as my father once told admonished me.
\nexercise<\/b>
\nbecause it’s been over a year since i last did anything more cardiovascular than carry groceries in from the car, i’m starting this one off slow. i’m not a fan of endurance activities, so i’ll gradually work up to getting out for hour-long walks or thirty minutes of EFX in the fitness room at work. i’m resovling to start with not taking the elevator at work anymore & using my dumbells at home every day for the next three weeks. from there, we’ll work up to using the hoist at work for more extensive weight-training (which i really enjoy).
\nsimplify & unclutter<\/b>
\nthis actually began last year with an overwhelming urge to throw things out. i’m a packrat. not one of those scary people who keep every issue of a magazine or wine corks from forty-five years ago. i’m an emotional packrat. i keep memories and souveniers and items of nostalgia. yesterday, while in a cleaning and organizing frenzy, i *finally* sorted through my closet and tossed out all the c64 paraphernalia i’d inherited from julie & mark & scott. i was never going to use it and it was just pissing me off that i couldn’t get at my wrapping paper this xmas. this is going to be a theme for 2002. i’m going to rid myself of the stuff<\/i> which is holding me down. the stuff i keep just in case i might need it one day. i’m not going to need it. i’m never going to use it. by the way, if i don’t pick up my guitar in the next six months i’m going to get rid of that, too. i don’t know what i was thinking, i’m just not a a guitar kind of girl (i didn’t like the callouses, dammit).
\nlive in the now<\/b>
\ni live in the past. i horde my memories and relive them almost constantly. i’ve effectively managed to ruin any chance of a happy now<\/i> because i’m continually comparing it to my memories of then<\/i>. this is going to be my hardest resolution. i’m going to attempt to stop thinking “i wish i could have it like it was” and think “i’m going to make it the way i want it now”. it’s all about taking control of my life and not just riding along waiting for the next bump to displace me from my comfy spot.
\nappreciation<\/b>
\ni want to appreciate all the things i have in my life and be grateful for them without always wanting more. this includes my work, my home, my family, my friends, my possessions, & myself. i will tell the people who are important to me that i care about them. i will treat myself and others with the respect they deserve.
\nthe flip side of this resolution is not wasting precious energy on the people who don’t treat me with respect. i will not waste my time trying to play nice with inherently miserable people who can’t ever seem to say a nice word or see anything but the doom and gloom.
\nhealth<\/b>
\nmy biggest and scariest resolution for the new year is to suck it up, find some courage, and go to the doctor. i have some nagging health concerns which i have been trying to ignore for far too long because of the fear of seeing a physician and what they will tell me. i’ve managed to halfway convince myself i’m worried for no reason, but i’ve done my research and i don’t like what i’ve learned. i don’t want to describe my symptoms. i don’t want a lube & oil exam. i don’t want the doctor to look at me with disdain because i didn’t come in sooner. if i only keep one resolution this year, i hope it is this one.
\nthere are a few other, small things i’d like to accomplish this year as well. like taking some sort of class, getting a new hobby, wrangling my debt into a manageable form, working harder at the tasks i don’t particularily like, getting my hair trimmed every three months, flossing, becoming a better email replier, cutting down on the cigarettes, etc.
\nlike i said, i have resolutions! there’s a lot i want to amend and accomplish in the next three-hundred and some-odd days, but the last resolution i’m making for 2002 is to not beat myself up if i’m not 100% successful. when i stumble, i’m going to stop, pick myself back up and start over. no chastising, no self-recriminations, just dogged determination. if i can accomplish that, i’ll be more than pleased.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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