This Year’s Gonna Be Different!
I know, I know, just getting around to making a New Year’s resolution a week into the new year isn’t exactly a good sign that you’re going to stick with it. Heck, you’ve already guaranteed yourself at least a 2% failure rate for the year. But here I am, on January 6, declaring that I’m going to get healthy this year. Diet. Exercise. Sleep.
Uh huh.
Well, come to think of it, I did go to yoga class for the first time in, oh, about two months (first time in a gym in at least one month) two days ago. Of course, immediately after class I went straight into a two-and-a-half hour dinner at a great Chinese place on the East side where the three of us shared four appetizers and three entrees — mostly fried or coated in some sugary marinade or both. Yikes. And I’ve eaten out every meal since.
Wait, did I say diet and exercise or diet or exercise?
Of course I could’ve chosen a far harder resolution, like, say, not shopping. (I tried that already, after my mom came to visit and ordered a purge and a draconian shopping ban — and look how long that lasted!) Years ago, in college, I gave up for Lent (much more reasonable at six weeks — so what if I’m not Catholic?) fried food and desserts. A few days in, I realized that was all I ever ate. I also tried not shopping for Lent one year. In theory it’s much easier when you’re a poor college student; in reality there are credit cards.
So I don’t have a good track record with these resolutions. You know the road to the gym is paved with good intentions. But when the calendar says January, good intentions still count for something!
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