I don't know why we do this to ourselves every year. Each January, we look at a fresh new year as a new start -- for diets, exercising, quitting smoking, starting a book club -- you name it.
Last year, I resolved to lose weight, and, miracles of miracles, I actually have. And without crazy diets or fasting, but by following my doctor's advice, exercising more at home by taking long walks in the woods with my dogs, and being aware of just how much food I pile on my plate.
The year before that, I had resolved to read at least one new book a month. Now, for voracious readers, that must sound incredibly easy, but with my job, leisure time is a rather precious commodity, and unfortunately, I didn't always fill my book quota.
The year before that, I resolved to get more exercise by joining a gym, and discovered that I'm just not good at the whole "sweating in front of people" thing. At the time, I was a size 22 and -- quite frankly -- I looked like a neon sausage in the traditional exercise-wear. I kept expecting to hear someone cry out, "My eyes! My eyes!"
The year before that, I resolved to clear out my closet and buy new clothes in more colorful hues, to brighten my outlook. For the first few months, you would have thought the circus was in town, as I went a bit overboard in the bright and colorful department. By about August, I was back into my old routine of neutrals, blacks and earth tones.
And the year before that, I attempted to learn how to knit. Have you heard the expression, "She looks like a pig on stilts?" Well, that's pretty much what I looked like with those knitting needles, desperately trying to remember to loop and pearl and not make a mess of things. I did manage one semi-realistic looking scarf, but the cats managed to unravel it in about five minutes flat.
Well, this year I'm going to be a humbug and not make a resolution to do anything in particular. I'm just going to continue walking with my dogs when it isn't too cold (or dark) outside and watch what I'm eating, so I can continue to fit in my new size 14 jeans, and read a good book when I can, and maybe take a real knitting class, with an instructor, instead of trying to teach myself by reading a book.
I'll leave the neon work out clothes and bright colored wardrobe to someone else.