Mini-Resolutions

January is almost gone and I wonder why it left in such haste.  Wasn't is just Christmas like five minutes ago?  When I realized I'd not posted a single thing in January, I was dumbfounded.

For the first time ever, I made some resolutions.  I've always thought new year's resolutions were ridiculous.  If I want to make a change, why does it have to be January 1st?  What's wrong with December 17th or even July 3rd?  This year I was inspired by a friend who'd been looking to change her life.  She wrote down some things to help her do that.  She keeps them with her on a tiny paper in her wallet.  The thing is she didn't write down huge, impossible goals.  She wrote down little attainable things that would make her daily life better.

I was inspired to do the same and I'm proud to say I think about my mini-resolutions every morning and I'm doing a pretty good job at keeping them.  They're not going to end world hunger or anything miraculous like that, but these small goals I've set for myself are making my life incrementally better, more satisfying.

One of my mini-resolutions is to record the things I cram in my piehole.  I don't have to stop cramming, but if I bite it, I've gotta write it.  You'd be surprised at what a deterrent that is.  It's just not as fun to eat a block of cheese knowing I'm going to have to write it down.  The whole being disgusted with myself thing wrecks it completely.

Another of my mini-resolutions is to ride my bike or go to spin class at least once a week.  I'm loving being back at spin, dripping giant sweaty pools onto the floor as I grunt my way back into a less doughy frame.  I love the torture of hovering over my bike as my quads light on fire and I invent bad names for my spin instructor.  I love pressing my heart to the limit as beads of sweat leak from every pore, including the tops of my arms.  I leave spin class drenched.  And stinky.  And happy.

I've lost 10 pounds so far, leaving only a gazillion to go until my knees don't violently punch my stomach when I ride.  I gave my fat pants away.  No good can come of having a closet full of fat pants ready for me to expand back into.  I'm starting to court my skinny jeans, to beg their forgiveness for abandoning them for who knows how many months.  We are not yet back together, but I feel a reunion coming soon, very soon.