Resolution Road

Typically at the start of a new year I set some resolutions.  Vows to change my unhealthy ways and Last Year's Wordsdo things differently.  I pour my heart out to universe, in excruciating detail, about my plans for the year ahead only to be bitch-slapped by the universe later on when I don’t accomplish them.   Since this process has clearly worked so well in the past (insert dry, sardonic wit here), I am only setting one resolution for 2014; just to go easy on myself.  I am my own worst critic and my biggest bully and it’s about time I started treating myself better.  I’ll set some goals for 2014 and work towards things I want to accomplish, but I’m going to do it without feeling bad about myself in the process.

A few things on the agenda for 2014 (just off the top of my head):

  • I would really like to try running a 5k race.  I’ve thought about this a lot in the past and it was one of my abandoned goals for last year, but I think there would be something so satisfying in saying that I can run 5 km.
  • I want to experiment more with food.  I’ve purchased a few new cook books in the last couple of weeks, plus there are a plethora of resources on the Internet (and I’ll share recipes as I try them out).  I’m also going to try and hook up with a few cooking classes and see what excitement I can conjure up in the kitchen.
  • I need to make myself the priority.  Anyone who knows me understands that this is a hard one for me, but it is something that I am passionate about achieving.  I’m not going to keep banging my head against that wall…lesson learned (finally…the hard way).
  • I want to be more “everyday” active.  Going to the gym and working out are great, but it’s the little things that help push you where you want to be.  Little things like taking the stairs instead of the escalator or elevator, getting up and stretching more often, walking to the corner store instead of driving (as long as it’s not to buy a bag of Doritos and three chocolate bars).  The first thing I’m going to do is stop taking the elevator in my apartment building.  I only live on the third floor, there is no reason I should have to use the elevator every day (plus someone got stuck in the elevator a couple of days ago, so I’m probably doing myself a favour here).

But in the end, it all comes down to this: no more stressing about it, not more beating myself up if I don’t accomplish it, no more comparing myself to women who I think are thinner, healthier, or more beautiful than I am.  I’m just going to go easy on myself, cut myself some slack, and get on with what I need to do.  What’s so hard about that? 😉