Those goddamn resolutions though, I resolve to be a better wife and not bitch as much when Mike doesn't clean up after himself and do things for him that wives are supposed to do. I resolve to live healthier and jog every day and eat meat only once a month and never allow a fried particle of food cross my lips. And I resolve to be nicer to kids and to do this that and the other. And then next Christmas comes and I realize I jogged only that ONE time because Mike was racing me to the car and I wanted to beat him to the passenger side, I tripped that kid at Walmart, I got drunk and ate french fries and mozzarella sticks for breakfast on January 3rd, I ate meat every day for 5 months, or was that faked a headache every day for 4? Hmm... doesn't matter does it? The fact is that I was fat when summer came and when summer left (generally in the same month) and I feel disappointed when November comes and I start thinking about all the shit I never did.
Why do we do that? Who's stupid fucking idea was that??? Well Wikipedia tells me the Babylonians made a promise to their God's that at the beginning of the new year they would return anything that was borrowed and pay off their debts... Do I have something of yours which is borrowed? (Liz, I have your sweater! IRS, don't hold your breath!)
Last year I decided that I wouldn't make a resolution. I had Intentions instead. I intended to work on myself, to be a better and kinder person towards myself. I intended to ride my bike more and finish STP and if I didn't well then who cares cause I intended to do it and maybe I'll get around to it another time. But you know what? I did some of what I intended and I'm proud of myself for that.
So what intentions do I have for next year? I'm not sure... I do have one lofty goal. This year my bike computer registered over 1000 miles pedaled. Next year I want to WALK 1000 miles. Intentionally, meaning not counting all the regular steps I take in a day but putting on my walking shoes and working towards that goal. I've had this vision of myself for a very long time as a graceful runner... a slimmer person running. I've told my doc that I feel like at some point I swallowed her and keep that bitch quiet with food and booze. But I don't think I need to be a RUNNER to be happy. So 1000 miles on foot in 2014.
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| Mike would agree that I really do look like the "actual me" picture... |
In the next few weeks I'll share some more as my plan becomes a reality. I hope to share more of my journey and hope to keep myself accountable. I did the math earlier, how many miles a day would I need to walk to reach 1000 by the stroke of midnight 2015 and it's not that bad really, its just under 3 miles a day. That of course is over the course of 365 days and I'm sure I'll have to do more some days than others cause there will be days when I flat our refuse to walk and I'll try to negotiate and say well I did walk around a lot today... I'll be doing some research on pedometers and find a way to track these shenanigans correctly.
You know what they say, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a simple step.
