I guess I am getting old because to me this resolution thing is just a set up to fail, and personally I don't feel like failing at anything else right now. So, no resolutions for me. I am still drinking diet coke, eating chocolate, cheeseburgers, and french fries. I am still not exercising 3-5 times per week. I still am not spending enough time doing the things I "should". I hate expectations....They wear me out.
One of these days I hope to have the will power and the strength to stand up to myself and say enough is enough. Until that day, though, I will try to be patient with myself when I look in the mirror. I will try to convince myself that I have had a lot going on in the last eighteen years since my size five days. I will try to convince myself that my big rear is a badge of honor. I will try to convince myself that it is ok to be real, what ever that means, on days like today.
Happy New Year! Here's to no expectations!