For my next failure...
I can count on my fingers the number of people I know that wouldn't want to tweak a thing or two about themselves. Of those, I can could probably point out a few more vain that the subject in Carly Simon's 1972 hit song.
I don't make New Year's resolutions. I make weekly resolutions. Somewhere, between Sunday and another day that ends in Y, I fail.
Shouldn't we just be happy with the body that God gave us? Of course, but God didn't give me the body I wear today. Seven knee surgeries did. (Somewhere in Northwest Arkansas, there is a large house whose western-most portion may well be called the Kyle Mooty Wing. I'm sure I was a large contributor to its purchase.)
Of course, some of us may be meeting Him (or not) sooner than later if we don't take better care of our bodies.
And usually, we become most aware of said body around New Year's Day.
And usually, we promise that we will battle the problem and shape up.
And usually, we lose the war.
It appears I am in the majority here as one university study said 78 percent of New Year resolutions fail.
Of those in the 22 percent that stuck to their resolutions, for the most part, broke down their goals into smaller steps rather than looking at the desired end result from beginning to end.
Another problem, according to some experts, is that we tend to either one, make too many resolutions, or two, make an unrealistic resolution.
One psychologist says many desired changes needed to begin very subtle. Also, procrastination -- such as: 'I'll start losing weight next week' -- are almost sure-fire failures.
Here are some tips published by a psychology journal for making it through the year and accomplishing personal goals:
* Check the strength of your commitment
What is the trade off of what you hope to achieve and is it worth it?
* Lay out a plan.
Don't just plan to lose weight, rather plan on what you need to do first, second and third to lose weight.
* Don't listen to the evil side of your brain
Do not give in to those messages that tell you that you should 'Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we may not be here.'
* Reward yourself
Don't get carried away with this one. By reward, this doesn't mean an extra cigarette break or an extra piece of pie, rather treating yourself to some extra leisure time around the house or going to a movie.
I seem to fail into the excuses category, you know, the one where there's always a reason for me breaking the resolution. I didn't say it had to be a good excuse, or even a legitimate one for that matter, but I can convince myself in a heartbeat that one extra serving of meat and potatoes can't hurt.
Hmmm, heartbeat... I know there's a message in there somewhere.