Lately . . . I keep a careful watch of the sky in the mornings because I don't want to miss the sunrise.
I made one new year's resolution. I haven't made any for years because I subscribed to the belief that doing so was setting myself up for failure. If I were to begin dieting and exercising on Jan. 1st, I would most likely fail within the first couple of days or weeks and berate myself for being a flawed human being. Why would I put myself through that kind of struggle? I decided a few years ago that I would no longer make resolutions opting instead to choose a word as a guide or an intention for the year ahead.
I want to share something with you. I miss making new year's resolutions.
Think about it . . . a new year's resolution is not unlike any goal we set for ourselves throughout the year, it just happens to fall on the first day of the new year. We are conditioned to believe that this is some kind of new slate or new beginning when in reality, it's just another day like all the rest of them. Resolutions require unlearning and self imposed rule breaking. Resolutions require silencing the noise because almost everyone rolls their eyes at thought of having them. Resolutions can grown on you if you view them as attainable goals, like the rest of the goals you give yourself all year long.
I miss that January hustle of clearing out that cabinets, stocking the fridge with new healthy foods, and wearing new workout gear. It's cold and gray and my seasonal affective disorder is just kicking in. At this point, I need to go to the gym to bounce around and get the endorphins swirling. So screw the idea of no resolutions and at this point I'd rather begin and fail than not begin at all . . . and seriously, who says failure is the only option? There is a 50% possibility that I will succeed with my goal.
And my goal, my resolution is simple: I want to fit into the last pair of jeans I grew out of. They are a size 12. Once they got too tight on me, I stopped buying jeans and began living in leggings.
Now, I love leggings . . . don't get me wrong. I would live in them day in and day out they feel so good on my skin, especially that Lu La Roe brand at $25 a pop, I have like 7 or 8 pairs of those. But I was always a blue jean, black top wearing gal. I think it's been a year since I put jeans on (That's not true. I squeezed into a stretchy pair with a loose top to go to a party last summer.)
I shared my resolution with my brother who is a dream holder and booster, but I wanted to share it here to. The goal is to fit into my last pair of size 12 jeans by mid-February. I never quite mapped out how to get there. There was no grand resolution making in that regard because: energy limits. I've been eating smaller portions and more sensibly and incorporating movement. I've also been drinking a lot of water and sitting less. I really want to try Keto and be in ketosis because it sounds like bliss but I can't handle any of that at the moment. No. I'm not going big. I just want to fit into my jeans. And I am gonna do it.
Did you make any new year's resolutions. Is fear of failure holding you back? Talk to me. What if you didn't fail? What if your goal was attainable . . . and you met it? I'd love to hear from you.