As a woman over fifty, you’ve been though your share of New Year’s resolutions. For years we boomers have diligently listed our carefully selected goals: lose weight, perform some type of aerobic exercise daily, lift weights 3X’s per week etc. And we’ve pursued each of them with the single-minded fervor of a zealot on a mission. Until about January 15th that is… (Okay, I’m talking about me.)
Somehow, mid month, the fire in my belly morphs from wanting to reduce my middle to wanting to feed it. All of my good intentions slip away as the gray fog of January envelops my being and my brain. They call it Seasonal Affect Disorder—SAD for short. And, after the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, January can make for a cold and dreary letdown. In fact, the first month of the New Year provides just the right impetus to give myself a much-needed lift: the serotonin blast from several crunchy bags of simple carbohydrates. (Yep, corn chips are my favorite!)
So this year my New Year’s resolution is to abolish feelings of self-sabotage and the scourge of broken promises: no more fooling myself with strict diets and regimens I can’t sustain. No more beating myself up because temptation got the better of me. No more trying to squeeze into the size of a teenage waif because I think I should. No way! I’ve decided I’ve earned the right to embrace every middle-aged pucker and roll on my body.
Therefore, as I celebrate the onset of 2018, I’m keeping my holiday spirit and throwing caution and my New Year’s resolutions to the winds. Dressed in my festive finery, you’ll see me lounging comfortably on the doorstep—relaxing and enjoying life.
(I know you won’t believe it—this photo isn’t really me.) But a bit of April Fool’s Day humor can’t hurt in the dead of winter. So here’s to sharing a light-hearted chuckle or two and, now, onward with those doggone resolutions!