I don’t do it…you know, make New Years Resolutions at the beginning of each January.
I never have – and after today, I probably never will.
You see, I made a commitment to myself a long time ago to live my life as full as I can, to make healthy, solid decisions and to never settle for less than I want. So, at the beginning of each year, when everyone around me resolving to do this or that – I have a hard time trying to get caught up in the whole resolution thing.
I’ll admit though – this week I thought about maybe perhaps resolving to be a little more healthy in 2013. You know – cutting down on fattening foods I know are bad for me. Making an effort to go to the gym 5 times a weeks instead of 3. Cutting back on wine because I really don’t NEED it. I guess I was thinking I should change my approach to how I live….even though I am pretty healthy with my lifestyle. I was thinking that maybe I could be better.
But then 5 pm rolled around today. I finished work for the week and felt great about all the tasks I completed. I was in a pretty good mood and did my little happy walk through the kitchen. Without even thinking about it, I plucked a bottle wine out of the fridge, popped the cork and poured myself a glass.
Instantly, all my thoughts on resolving to be nicer to my body filled my brain, just like that wine filled the glass.
I felt guilty….”What about my resolutions? What about being nicer to my body? Yikes!”
That was when I gave myself a mental slap to snap out of these guilt ridden resolution thoughts.
You know what? I like wine. Why would I want to deny myself something I like? What if that makes me miserable and ruins my year?
And so, with that one glass of wine, I am now resolving to not make any resolutions for 2013.