I try to not make resolutions since I never seem to last through the day battling whatever ails I have chosen to forsake.
Lose 15lbs. Blog more often. Eat healthier. Exercise. Read so and so book. Go to bed earlier. Work less.
It seems that year after year people, ahem, namely, moi, set themselves up for failure. “A New Year, A New Me” seems to be the mantra of all.
So what happens after January 1st? January 31st?
The last few years I didn’t make any resolutions.
This year I made resolutions AND excuses.
Lose 15lbs – but I love the Dr. Pepper and pizza.
Blog more often – but I have nothing witty to say…
Eat healthier – but doesn’t ice cream have calcium in it?!
Exercise – but I don’t have an exercise buddy.
Read so and so book – but it’s boring.
Go to bed earlier – but I have this and this that HAVE TO get done.
Work Less – I wish.
I’ve failed all my resolutions and it’s January 3rd. Oops.
Hey, I never proclaimed to be a motivational blogger. If you wanted some encouragement about how I went to the gym for 6 hours every day so far, you’ve come to the wrong blog. I’m even going to rebel and NOT post a picture in this post. I know — WHAT has this world come to?!
I’m the non-resolute type. Maybe I’ll start a trend.
Non-Resolution #1: I’m not giving up Dr. Pepper…and you can’t make me.