Once upon a time I loved to make New Year's Resolutions. I would make like 20 of those suckers. And by January 3, I would have failed, forgotten, or abandoned all of them. The guilt would stick with me through March, and then I would spend the rest of the year doing what I'd always done.
So for the past several years I haven't made any resolutions, and it's wonderful. Because really, what makes January 1 any different from April 4, or September 15? Not much. It's just an arbitrary boundary between two years. I still make goals for myself, but I don't wait for the new year to make them.
Are there things I would like to accomplish this year? Yes. I would like to get active, and actually finish the C25K program. I've been wanting to do that since last spring, and I keep starting and stopping, but not giving up entirely. I would like to change the way I eat so that I can feel better, and find the foods that are giving me issues. One of those is cheese. I love cheese, but it hates me, so I'm not going to eat it anymore. And I would like to get better about keeping up with my life. Things are getting busier around here, and my house and relationships are suffering a bit. I need to figure out a way to balance and manage my time better, and I'm already taking steps toward that goal.
Some of these things I can start right away. Some of them I can't, at least not without major inconvenience, and we all know I'm not a fan of inconvenient things. Like the running. I'm not running in the snow. Just not doing it. So that one needs to wait, unless I can figure out how to work going to the gym into my schedule.
Um... I forgot what my point was. So I'll just finish my coffee.