Like my photo of Flagstaff’s Pine Cone Drop? Good, because you’ll probably be seeing a lot of it this week.
Every year, for as long as I can remember, I’ve resolved to lose weight and exercise more. The exception was New Year’s Eve 2011, when I resolved to make 2012 “my best year yet.”
Never mind that I rarely achieve any meaningful weight loss. My most successful weight-loss attempt actually began in October 2003, when I started doing Atkins two days after my 32nd birthday.
I always have the best of intentions, of course. Still, I too often let life—or something like it—get in the way. Of the 10 goals I laid out at the beginning of 2013, I accomplished two (winning my January DietBet and continuing to pursue publication).
The others were a bust. Again. If I were in school, that’d be a failing grade. As a solid A-B student, I’m not used to getting F’s.
Obviously, I need a new approach. Who was it that said insanity is doing the same things over and over but expecting different results? I’m not insane—at least I don’t think I am.
I’m not sure what I should do. A word? Some goals? SMART goals (specific, measurable, attainable, realistic and timely)?
Perhaps I should give this a little more thought.
On the surface, I want to:
- Keep a food journal (without obsessing over every bite that goes in my mouth).
- Find a way to unlink food from fun in my mind.
- Enjoy all foods in moderation. (See Carly’s thoughts on the five words that should never be used to describe food.)
- Use my new FitBit to track activity and sleep—and figure out what to do with the info it gives me.
- Read more books.
- Keep writing.
- Do more yoga.
- Take more photos.
- Stress less.
- Love more.
Hmm. Once I got started, the list came pretty easily.
I think it comes down to quality of life. I want to spend 2014 doing the things that make me happy—truly happy. Things like writing, sharing Starbucks with a friend, getting that feeling of peace and accomplishment that comes at the end of a yoga class.
The key might lie in remembering that eating junk does NOT, in fact, make me happy. Just the opposite, actually. I eat crap and feel like crap … and that leads to eating MORE crap in a desperate, misguided attempt to feel better.
I would love to enroll in Jamie Mendell’s new 8-week Food Freedom program … except I don’t have an extra $1,000 lying around. Yet. Maybe once I get my first royalty check in March. But probably not. I don’t think DIVA is selling that well.
Perhaps my word for 2014 should be JOY. Yes, I like that. I’ll start looking for small bits of joy in every day.
And I’m going to start blogging more again. Not blogging hasn’t done me any favors. I’ll just have to make time to check in with y’all.