What 2013 Means to Me

Next year, I want to be a better blogger.  I've written exactly one post that I'm kinda proud of.  And even then, only kinda.. well, maybe I am.  I dunno.

Anyway, back to the important stuff.  Next year I want to be a better blogger, get a handle on my finances, lose 50lb and actually keep it off for years, find and sustain a meaningful romantic relationship, finish my wine cabinet, and remove 1/2 of the (my) boxes from my basement.  I think those goals are just enough to be a challenge, but not so lofty that I can't achieve at least 80% of them.


I don't really believe in resolutions.  I think resolutions were made to be broken.  They give people something to talk about at end of year parties and the first week or so after returning to the office from a long holiday break.  People's eyes get all shiny and sparkly when they talk about all the good they'll do in the new year.  I think this is a lovely, wonderful thing except: if you fail or don't quite meet expectations, you tend to throw in the towel and just give up all together.  I am not a quitter, and I hate that attitude.  If you get knocked down, it's ok to cry a little, maybe sit on the ground feel sorry for yourself for a moment or two, but for heavens' sakes, GET UP AGAIN.  So, I have goals, not resolutions.  And I make goals ALL THE TIME, not just on the first of the year.  It just so happens, though, that it's December 26.  I'm not going to complete ANY of the above goals in the next 5 days.  So, logically, I plan to achieve those goals next year. 

What are your goals for the coming year?

Long Time No Write

I have blogged in.. oh.. a month..  whoa.  I've been having issues, as I think I probably said in the last entry.  At the time I felt like I was getting back on track, but I wasn't quite there yet.  Now my meds seem to be worked out, and I'm slowly getting back into the exercise thing. 

I went to the gym on Monday.  It was fab.  Seriously.  I ran just over 2.5 miles on the treadmill, did upper strength, and then did 20 minutes on the arc trainer.  Oh, arc trainer, how I have missed you!  You kicked my ass, but in a good way.  I felt so good I wasn't mean to people the next day.  HIGH FIVE!  And then Tuesday came and I was all "yeah, I'm SO gonna work out tonight!  2 miles a day bitches!!" and as the day was winding down, I was more like "omg I'm so tired.... can't.. keep... head... uuuuuup...."  So I rallied myself and put ice in my water bottle and was SURE I was going to force myself to get TO the gym, because once I'm in the door, I have to do something.  I think in the past 5 years of gymming I've only left with a pathetic workout once.  It was something like 20 minutes and there was just no way in hell I was going to be able to push myself. 

So anyway, then my gbf texts me.. spaghetti tonight!  Aaaaaand..  I crumbled.  I went over, drank most of a huge bottle of wine, ate a lot of delicious spaghetti, and sat on my ass.  All night.  Ugh.

Today, I am yet again determined to hit the gym right after work.  This morning I realized that my weekend workouts might be a little messed up because of Friday's tattooage.  I'll do what I can though.  And tomorrow morning I have to work out before work because of my evening chiropractor appointment.  Gar.

I'm not winning the battle of the bulge so far.  It's disappointing.  I'm working on it though... still.