Intentions

It's coming to be that time of year where we stuff the hell out of our faces with turkey and stuff if you're a meat mouth and other non meaty stuff if you're not... either way you'll find yourself stretched out on your back with a belly ache waiting for the moment the Tums kick in and you can go back for your 5th serving. Then of course comes new years where we all resolve never to do it again and get in bikini shape for summer. Of course being as fortunate as we are in the PNW summer comes late so we get to be fat longer. 

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. 

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.