Though I had planned on diving back into the 'ol blog at the beginning of 2011, fingers banging out my rumbling, tumbling thoughts, it is day three of the new year and I'm not so sure even these words will find themselves posted. Not only have I been flexing my procrastination skills, but as of late I'm building up my mildly self-destructive muscles, too. Today I bought an ugly red robe I plan on moving into between work hours and the miles on the elliptical machine. So, why bother with the rewarding job, healthy working out, or theraputic blogging when I'm going to counter balance it with the sickness, i.e. sitting in front of the tv and computer, eating way too much deliciously bad food, and turning by phone off so I don't have to talk to anyone? I don't know.
It's a new year, and yet resolutions, goals, and hope for 2011 are slow and low. This is what I've got so far:
1. Don't beat Cassie. I did pretty good with this one in 2010, but it gets harder and harder everyday.
2. Get healthier. Exercise check, diet...not so much.
3. Establish good sleep cycle. Much easier said than done. Last night I tossed until about 5 a.m. The alarm went off at 6, of course.
4. Write more. Write more what?
5. Keep the house tidier. The best way to do this would be to lock everyone except me out. Tempting.
I'm sure after I've recovered from the holiday blahs, my optimism will rally, and being proactively positive will become increasingly easier. But until then, the robe and chocolate chip cookies and Family Feud and Bridalplasty are my friends....I'm so ashamed.
