Delayed Resolutions

I make New Years’ resolutions -- sometimes I write them down, but most of the time I don’t. I usually have forgotten all about my resolutions by Valentine's Day (its the heart-shaped chocolate that does in my "get fit this year" resolution every time!). So I decided against resolutions this year. I thought it would be uber-kewl to publicly proclaim to family, friends, & co-workers that I was resolutionless. But I think it’s in-born to make resolutions (or whatever "nom" you prefer) at the start of a new year...I think most of us optimistically look forward to that new beginning and opportunity to start afresh with a clean slate. I certainly ended up making quite a few "not-a-resolution" resolutions for Lent. I wasn’t going to give up anything, as would be the Lenten tradition -- you're supposed to give up stuff as part of a plan to make a permanent change in your life. Instead, I just decided to be good to myself by eating right, exercising more, saving money, & paying some attention to my lifelong passions - learning Igbo (I am Igbo, after all), traveling, & sewing.

So this weekend I (1) signed up for a bunch of classes (tennis, deep H2O aerobics, & belly dance) at the local rec center; (2) made some black bean soup; (3) rebalanced my 401k; (4) read the 3-month backlog of emails from my online Igbo class; (4) uploaded the pics from my last trip to Scotland & convinced myself I could actually swing the short vacay to France this Spring and my sorority's convention in DC (in direct opposition to the saving money not-a-resolution resolution); (5) signed up for a class at Make to get my sewing mojo back; and (6) got my surprisingly willing BF to help me take a new set of measurements – all 32 gazillion of them! I compared them to my last set of comprehensive measurements, from 2006, and at least I’m a consistent - tho' bigger - hourglass. At least being a tall (almost 5ft9in) hourglass makes style choices a bit easier.