The evolution of the resolution

The infamous New Year’s resolution challenge is no longer months away.
Take that last dive for the fridge, puff those cigarettes, and lay on the couch while you can. Dec. 31, at midnight, you can wipe the slate clean and start new all over again.
Let’s face it, when it comes to a New Year’s resolution, most of us have “been there, done that”—a.) stop smoking b.) exercise c.) eat better.
I’ve never smoked, so haven’t had to battle that quitting field, but I’ve become an expert in the yearly renewal of portion control. Yes, I’ve been to reform school many, many times to face the repercussions of over-eating and the storage of fat cells.
I’ll admit it—I’ve been intimate with trans and saturated fats, including Kraft Dinner (the whole box), a 250g bag of Cool Ranch Doritos and dip, and four times the recommended 1/2 cup serving of Jello Instant Pudding.
No, I didn’t eat all that junk at once but oh, yeah, the record books (i.e., my thighs and fanny) have proved I can pack it in like an Olympic champion.
Truthfully, my days as a junk food junkie have tapered off. Sure, I go off my rocker once in a while, but for the most part I’m a whole lot better about sticking to the plan—half a box of Kraft Dinner, 7% sour cream with those chips, and 1% milk instead of homo in my chocolate pudding.
Okay, okay, I’m just kidding.
I always use olive oil when I cook, I drink lots of water, and eat lots of apples. I rarely eat chips, or macaroni and cheese, and I no longer consider jello pudding a food group. But I do believe chocolate is an anti-wrinkle agent.
I manage to maintain my weight over the winter even though I stop exercising in September. I am an obsessive cyclist in the summer and a fast-paced walker, but neither of those exercises jive with my soul on a cold winter day.
So if I ease up on the carbs until April, I can ride the wave pretty well without any sweat. For that, I’m thankful, even though “the sisters” still insist on inching a little farther south each year all on their own.
So what’s a girl like me to do for a New Year’s resolution? I could write in my journal more often. In fact, I could just use last year’s diary and change the dates—given that the only days I wrote in it were Jan. 1-2, March 13, and July 4.
Perhaps I could learn to do less, make fewer lists, sit down more . . . no, I don’t think so. Be less strong-willed? Nope.
Step outside the box and try my hand at painting the rest of my house or maybe play dress-up and give more fashion shows for my hubby? Good ideas.
Here’s what I know for sure. I’m a down-to-earth kind of gal who loves spending time with Peter, finding common ground with my teenagers, enjoying great conversation with good friends over food and wine (my parents are included in there, too) and having tea with my grandma.
Those are just some of great things I want to do more of in 2005.
And I can’t forget about my canine pal and all-around best girl, “Dot.” I read this quote and instantly was persuaded to strive for the motto.
“My goal in life is to be the kind of person my dog thinks I am.”
And for the wild and crazy side of me that sometimes just wants to break out and throw away her list—I’ve embraced another great philosophy I read in an e-mail just last week.
“Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming, “WOO HOO, what a ride!”
Happy New Year, everyone!

Posted in Uncategorized