New Year

Ah, the new year is upon us and as usual, people all around me are talking about their new year's resolutions. Not me. I figure, I never get around to accomplishing my new year's resolution, so why bother. It just decreases my self esteem when I feel like a loser for not accomplishing what I set out to do. I mean, if you can't even keep a promise to yourself, what does that say about you? Better to set the bar very low and have zero expectations so you don't disappoiunt yourself once again.
On the other hand, I have already accomplished a great deal this year. Here it is, only the fifth day of the new year and I have already cleaned out two rooms. I actually mean CLEANED OUT two rooms. Yes, it's true. You know it's way past due when the clothes in the closet you are cleaning out must be thrown away because A) they are so old they are hopelessly out of style (yes, I threw away three shirt dresses from the 80s as well as a plethora of denim skirts I haven't been able to squish my arse in for a decade.) or B) They are yellowed with age. (Okay. some of those clothes survived the clean out. I mean how do you throw away your baby's Baptism outfit or your First Communion dress?) Yes, my wedding dress is among those items as well, as is another wedding dress??? I can only assume belongs to my sister-in-law. (Hanging with that dress was a pepto pink brides maid dress I looked horrid in.)
I must credit my mother with providing the motivation to clean out these rooms and I also credit my husband for loaning me an excavator to remove all the crap from my house!!My mom was a big help in making me realize it was time to chuck stuff. (It seems I need to be held accountable if I am ever to actually accomplish anything.)
In that respect, I was doing well with my lifestyle change of changing my eating habits to a healthier, more fit program. The holidays came and all the pounds I shed prior were replaced, as well as about five more. Now five pounds doesn't sound like much if you weigh 95 to begin with. When you have to start weighing at a grain elevator however, it is time to take a little more care.
To that end, my daughter and I have decided to get back on a healthier track. She will be my watch dog and I will have to answer to her if gain more weight or if I stray too far off the healthy bandwagon.
Okay, that is sounding a lot like a resolution, so I better stop while I'm behind. See what I mean?? I can't even keep my promise to myself not to make promises to myself! I suck.