If there is anything I've learned since starting this blog, it's putting it out there does not necessarily ensure that I'll make it happen.
I indicated long ago that I don't do resolutions. Resolving to do something or be something just does not work for someone as old as I am. And listing goals doesn't work either, even if you do put it out where God and everybody can read them; life has a way of conspiring against you.
So what am I doing with my New Year? I mean different with this new year?
Well, they say that it takes thirty days to develop a habit, so I am trying to develop good habits. This month I am trying to: eat a piece of fruit with breakfast, drink a glass of water before every meal (drinking one afterward give me heartburn), and get more exercise.
So far, I've managed the fruit, although a lot of it is dried. (Note to Paula; get more fresh fruit- dry fruit is high in calories.)
Not as good on the water thing though, although I am getting more this way that I do usually, so I'm still winning on this one.
The hardest one, getting more exercise, is proving so far to be the easiest one to accomplish. I am only working out every other day, being as old and as fat and as out of shape as I am. But I can feel it working, and I've very inspired by the woman leading the exercises because you can tell that while she is no spring chicken, she has a rockin' body, so of course, I think I can do it too. (Because that, my friends, is what inspiration does for you.)
All I gotta do is put in twenty-one years at it like she has.
So this is the new year's plan: new, good habits.
Let's not talk about my bad habits, though. Some of them I cherish.