My New Year's Resolutions
If you've ever read the
painful early entries of this little ole blog, you might recall that goal setting isn't really something I do. Well, I do sometimes set goals. But I'm pretty sure I've yet to obtain a single one. So I'll write them here. So both of you who read this will be able to remind me next month that I have once again not reached the finish line on them. And I will smile at you and mention my track record for consistency.
Without further ado (adieu? a doo?)...
Become a Runner. For Real.
I read a lot of blogs. Most of them are "Mom Blogs." You know the type: moms who write about their lives, their home improvement projects, what they're cooking, what they're wearing, and how they're fighting the weight loss battle. And some of them are really inspiring. Others are just plain entertaining. But the fact of the matter is, of all of those mom bloggers who are fighting the weight loss battle, each one runs. So back in November when I was whining about not being able to walk, I decided that once I could, I would run. Like for real. And with a purpose. This is where my best friend in the whole wide world, Natalie, steps in. She doesn't read this. I don't even think she knows I write this. Just before Christmas, I got this indecent proposal.
So yeah. I'm going to do it. Duh. We've been friends since kindergarten. How do you say no? And she has a point. It took me 2 years to bounce back from H, and about a year and a half to lose my L weight. IF and when a third little bugger joins the family, I'll be really tired and pretty old by the time I bounce back from that one. Since there's some pretty heavy training that I should do before this endeavor, I'd say that I just might reach the end result of this one.
This does not say "Lose Weight". But let's be honest. That's what it means. I'd like to say that I just want to feel good and don't care what the scale says. But that would be a lie. So I won't say that. We'll see what happens. I think this one's pretty obtainable, too, due to the training for the half marathon. Why am I sweating with anxiety right now? This is a good thing, right?! Maybe it's the giant bowl of my mom's party mix sitting next to me.
Become a Better Listener.
I don't know that I have some form of ADD. But I don't know that I don't. Maybe I'm just a self-centered biotch. This could be the case. I'm not going to get real detailed here, but sometimes when people talk to me, I tend to think about anything BUT what they're saying. I'm usually busy thinking of the 45,000 other things I need to be doing at any given moment. And sometimes I'm simply (and not always intentionally) being a rude biotch. So I really am going to make a focused effort on actively listening when others are speaking to me. Even when I feel like they're just talking at me. I'm really afraid this will be the toughest one.
And if you're still reading...
This one's not really a resolution. More like a wish. If you're reading this, and you're not one of the 2 people that I know who do, consider following me. Add me to your list. I really don't know why you should or why you shouldn't, for that matter. I think of the blogs I read and the inspiration I get from them and how much I appreciate it. I'm not saying I'll inspire you. Maybe mine will be that blog you read and you're like "Oh. Dear. God. Thank goodness I'm nothing like her." And then you'll be able to feel good about yourself for a moment. Or maybe, just maybe, when I'm in the thick of the training for this half marathon and I'm whining about it here, you'll be able to offer words of encouragement. And I'd like that. Just think about it.