Today’s the day I am supposed to resolve to do better, work harder, exercise more, and eat clean. Guess what? I learned long ago to do things in baby steps.
It takes twenty-one days to form a new habit. Sometimes I can do it if I don’t think too hard about it. Like yogurt. I should be eating it daily. I usually get it done in the summer, but a cold blob of yogurt does not appeal to me when I’m cold, from November to March.
I should stretch every day. I was good at this until I got the second dog. Now they fight over me when I am on the floor, their canine teeth just inches above my face.
I should walk every day. But some days it’s just easier to throw the ball and let the puppies do all the work.
I should read every day, and I do read the paper and a couple of magazines, but thick books? I am not doing that. I did read the Confessions of a Brazilian Bikini Waxer the moment I got it, front to back, no pun intended.
I should rehearse more for chorus. I do rehearse a lot in the car, but this last semester I was still working on words while we were in our dress-rehearsal mode – not good.
I should go on more dates. Unfortunately men are not beating down my door to take me out. When one comes along, I usually agree to at least one date before our politics get in the way.
I should do more girlfriend things. And I do, but not often enough. I hardly ever host. The last time I hosted a group, it was five little singing ladies afraid of dogs. That didn’t last. Our private performance for the husbands was weird since I don’t have one, and I missed a night of dancing in the park to Easy Bay Mud (not the water utility).
I should go to bed earlier, but that gets tricky because I can’t lie down until two or three hours after my last food intake, and I love my ice cream drumstick every night at 8:00.
I should stop eating drumsticks, but hey, that’s not going to happen.
I should give away more stuff, which I am working on, but it is hard to do. One of the “teachers” I donated to was a phony, and I gave her a lot of pioneer stuff. I got burned.
I should join more clubs. Well, yes and no. I think I have enough on my plate right now.
I should give myself a break. I am doing the best I can in a lot of categories. Plus, guess what? I am getting older and am more careful about overdoing the physical stuff.
I should drink more water. Actually everyone should drink more water. It’s what your body needs most, besides air.
I should resolve to never have resolutions. They seldom work for me. I have to really want something, and that want usually doesn’t present itself on the first day of the year.
Couldda Wouldda Shouldda
I should’ve resolved to write more blog posts.