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New Year’s Resolutions 2015


I know what date it is; it is mid-January.  I am just now getting around to announcing my NY resolutions when most everyone else has already abandoned theirs.
See, that is the thing with resolutions – they should be resolute and not just wishful thing.  They should affect change.
When someone chooses “to lose weight” as a NY resolution, what they are really saying is that they “hope to” lose weight.  They announce it to the world, rush to the grocery store, stock up on fruits and veggies, and sign up for Zumba classes.
A few weeks later, all that elation hits bottom.  Expensive produce turns to ooze at the bottom of the vegetable bin and their gym membership card lays forgotten at the bottom of their abandoned gym bags. Their bottoms hit bottom.
Their “resolution” was really nothing more than “wishful thinking,” right up there with pinky swears, winning the lottery, and the odds of stealing a Hollywood hunk first-named Ryan from his hot Hollywood wife.
I prefer to make resolutions – determined, serious, hard line declarations of change.
On that note, I resolve to eat healthy in 2015.  I promise to avoid the grocery aisles that stock sodas, chips, and canned vegetables. I resolve to save money and avoid frivolous spending.  I will stick to only necessary purchases.  I refuse to buy another book or another piece of clothing until I exhaust the hordes I already own.  I resolve to exercise my mind, body, and soul, keeping everything working in tiptop shape as I age.  I will read more, walk more, get out and socialize more.
Funny thing about resolutions, they manifest themselves in change.  If we end up in the same place we started, it wasn’t true resolve.  We should see the change if we worked doggedly to attain it.

I hope to find myself at the end of 2015, healthier and with a little more pocket change in the old bank account. 

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