I only have one New Year's resolution this year:
But in the process of thinking about it and getting ready and doing some of the behind-the-scenes work I needed to do . . . I discover that I've pretty much forgiven everyone already! Which is fabby.
Still, it's good for me to think about and reflect on and keep as my focus. I think there probably are some hidden grudges I'm still holding, which will surface when I'm not prepared. But the bottom line is: My life is good, my relationships are healthy. There is no point whatsoever in holding on to old crap.
In other news re: this blog:
- I'm no longer going to track what day it is in terms of my Fat to Fabulous life plan. Those numbers made sense back when I was losing weight faster and wanted to calculate what I'd lost per week, but since I've slowed waaaaayyy down, having to keep track of the number just got annoying.
- Posting daily is good for me, it keeps me mindful and on track — but I'm not going to stress about missing an occasional day.
- I am going to try to respond to every comment that people leave, so please comment, and you'll get a personal answer from me! Kate and Bev do it on their blogs (see links to the right), and it is just so friendly and welcoming.
But I pounded out two sweaty miles on my treadmill, which went even faster than usual, because I ran for almost a whole song! Proud me. And then I lifted weights and did shoulder PT and endured an entire core cycle that the Italian Spitfire taught me and did 25 wall push-ups, and I will be so sore tomorrow. But right now I am virtuous and smug and all is well.
And now it's off to a hot bath, to revel in the serenity of mental and physical health.*
What are your resolutions?
xx Lady C
* Li'l Martini was on his computer when I got off the treadmill. "Tired?" he said, and I said, "Yes, but euphoric." He looked puzzled, so I explained what euphoria is.
"Wow," he said, his little face brightening with interest. "You must feel really good!"
This may not be cute or funny to anyone but his mom, but I found it screamingly adorable.
As I reclined in the tub last night, I suddenly thought, "Crap! What if people think I'm talking about them?"
Readers, I assure you, we're golden. I'm talking about other issues with other people who, to my knowledge, don't even read my blog. For example:
- My former beau, the brain-damaged movie projectionist, who slept with the cute new girl, gave us crabs, and cruelly dumped me
- My former dear friend, the woman I asked to be my birth partner, who suddenly dropped me and didn't respond to any of my overtures
- My former dear friend, the woman I offered to co-sign a loan with, who suddenly dropped me and responded to my entreaty to tell me why by talking of apple-picking and how fast the children grow
Anyway! I've forgiven. I've moved on. I don't particularly want to see any of these people again, but I'm no longer holding anger in my heart. Even as I wrote those three bullets above — three events that at the time wounded me to the core — I was kind of smiling. It all feels very long ago and far away and has nothing to do with me now.
And: I've already lost three of my six and a half new Christmas pounds. Whee! Watch me go!!