Goals, and I don’t mean soccer – Hive and Nest

I’m not a big fan of New Year’s Resolutions. They seem so forced, so contrived. This year, though, there are just so many ways I’m fed up with myself. So I’ve made about a dozen resolutions. Way to set myself up for failure!

I’m a very firm believer in babysteps. It’s a concept that really works with me. I can’t just get up one day and start working out. I have to ease myself into it. Much like the swimming pool. I know it makes more sense to just jump in but I always find that so shocking and disconcerting (plus I hate getting completely wet). I’d rather ease myself in over a period of a few minutes, always trying to remain warm and dry despite being almost naked and in water, then shouting at the obnoxious kids about not splashing so much, what do they think this is, a pool?

What was I saying? Yes, babysteps are good for me. On my roster for goals are trying to pray at least twice a day, three would be better. Praying makes such a huge difference in my day to day life. I’m so much happier and less stressed when I do it. I just always forget. I don’t know how I’m going to improve because I already have giant signs all over my house to remind me to say my prayers and I still forget. Maybe I need to pray to remember to pray. That sounds like an iffy strategy.

Another one of my goals is to be punctual. Especially when it comes to church. Sometimes I do well for months and then it’s like I can’t remember how to use a clock and we’re late every single week. Not super late, more like slide-into-the-pew-during-the-opening-hymn late. As the dictator mother it’s my job to get everybody ready, dressed and out the door. I would like to say that my husband plays a part in it, but when he is in charge there is usually a lot of unbrushed hair and non-matching tights. It’s better just to take responsibility and get it done in myself. Also, I need to face the fact that it takes me longer to get ready than I imagine it does.

Sadly, this resolution has already been a flop. We were three minutes late to church today. Babysteps, though! At least I didn’t berate everyone on the way to church for being slow.

As far as diet and exercise go, it’s the usual: please let me get skinny like when I was in college. I’m kind of getting the idea that may be a hilarious pipe dream, but with my Big Birthday approaching soon, I want to make sure I’m not Fat and Forty. Let me be honest here, I am not interested in being healthy; I only want to be thin. I do not want to eat more vegetables. I want to eat lots of junk food and meat. My real dream would be to have fatness be super stylish. But in the mean time I want to lose weight. If that means I’m healthier as well, so be it.

I’ll keep you informed about the progress on my goals. If I remember, that is. Because half of the time I forgot that I even made resolutions, let along remember to keep them, let alone blog about them. But you’ll keep me accountable, won’t you?