Resolutions
Reaping the punishment of my Christmas Cookie metabolism experiment; you know the one where you see if eating 40 cookies over the course of 2 days really does make your pants any tighter, I laid to rest the pillaged Greenburg Turkey carcass in a terrier-proof zip lock bag. Christmas, indeed, was over for another year. With the calendar flip form December to January, the patina of potential covers the lens of my perception and with bolstered vision, I resolve.
Just what is so captivating about the optimistic thought of being better than we have ever been? Like the would-be aviators of old , I truly believe I am one bicycle attached to a huge set of bat wings away from victory. Perhaps it is self-delusion; like a toddler who promises wholeheartedly to never again brush the dog's teeth only to sneak off and fish the toothbrush out of the trash. Within me dwells a bifurcated nature which truly believes that I am a vehicle designed for greatness....if only I could find the keys.
Is it humanly possible to keep a New Years Resolution? The American Dietetic Association suggests that one set attainable goals which, once reached,should be celebrated. At first, your family may think it strange when you bellow out,"Can I get a whoop-whoop?" while victoriously spiking the empty banana peel into the garbage, but will appreciate this baby-step celebration when they are on the receiving end of such enthusiasm.
Another strategy to resolution success involves accountability. Audaciously tell others your plans, using pride as the fulcrum to forcibly thrust you from habitual lethargy. My favorite examples are those who utilize the Christmas letter for such bold initiatives. Lines like, "This year, we're finally going to get to that storage shed to unearth Mama's casserole dish collection," in the family manifesto are clearly a sprung sack of marbles. No turning back. No turning back.
A third route to avoiding resolution failure is to simply not make any. That's the spirit. Enough of the, "award goes tot he guy in the ring," blah, blah, blah business. No, let's hear it for the prudent fella who passed on getting into the ring because he knows he will never prevail no matter how fervently he commits. He gets to keep two level nostrils for his recompense. The mantra here; You cannot fail if you do not try.
As for me, I still believe. Hope is alive. I catch a glimpse of the woman I am in my mind's eye on my best day in my skinny jeans in a clean house, feeling fabulous. I am prayed-up, patient, witty and wise. My resolutions have all become second nature. I am content beyond compare with a healthy family and dogs who Swiffer their own fur off my stairs. And even though I know my vision will not be my 2008 reality, a girl can still spike her peel and shoot for the stars!
Just what is so captivating about the optimistic thought of being better than we have ever been? Like the would-be aviators of old , I truly believe I am one bicycle attached to a huge set of bat wings away from victory. Perhaps it is self-delusion; like a toddler who promises wholeheartedly to never again brush the dog's teeth only to sneak off and fish the toothbrush out of the trash. Within me dwells a bifurcated nature which truly believes that I am a vehicle designed for greatness....if only I could find the keys.
Is it humanly possible to keep a New Years Resolution? The American Dietetic Association suggests that one set attainable goals which, once reached,should be celebrated. At first, your family may think it strange when you bellow out,"Can I get a whoop-whoop?" while victoriously spiking the empty banana peel into the garbage, but will appreciate this baby-step celebration when they are on the receiving end of such enthusiasm.
Another strategy to resolution success involves accountability. Audaciously tell others your plans, using pride as the fulcrum to forcibly thrust you from habitual lethargy. My favorite examples are those who utilize the Christmas letter for such bold initiatives. Lines like, "This year, we're finally going to get to that storage shed to unearth Mama's casserole dish collection," in the family manifesto are clearly a sprung sack of marbles. No turning back. No turning back.
A third route to avoiding resolution failure is to simply not make any. That's the spirit. Enough of the, "award goes tot he guy in the ring," blah, blah, blah business. No, let's hear it for the prudent fella who passed on getting into the ring because he knows he will never prevail no matter how fervently he commits. He gets to keep two level nostrils for his recompense. The mantra here; You cannot fail if you do not try.
As for me, I still believe. Hope is alive. I catch a glimpse of the woman I am in my mind's eye on my best day in my skinny jeans in a clean house, feeling fabulous. I am prayed-up, patient, witty and wise. My resolutions have all become second nature. I am content beyond compare with a healthy family and dogs who Swiffer their own fur off my stairs. And even though I know my vision will not be my 2008 reality, a girl can still spike her peel and shoot for the stars!
posted by Jinny Henson @ 3:07 PM
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