A New Year, Fresh Expectations. Kind of.

He told me it'll get easier.

There were goals in the past that I set and achieved. Unfortunately with some of them I then stumbled all the way back to where I started.

Not everything has gone that way, so I'm going to celebrate my success stories first:

• I’m still plodding away at my writing. This year I am going to step up my game, and that means more blogging! I have set some clear and measurable goals that will keep me moving forward. 
• In 2013 one of my goals was to get married, and I still am. Go us!
• In 2014 I decided to run a half marathon, and I did. WooHoo! But then the running thing kind of… I wouldn’t say petered out, exactly. I plodded along without as much motivation, or a clear goal in mind. By the end of the year it was kind of a train wreck. Not just the running, but my body, too.

Which brings me to what feels like my greatest failure. A little over a year ago, on Dec. 12, 2013, I wrote about how proud I was that I had lost 15 to 20 pounds. I felt great, and I guess I looked pretty good. A year later? I have put 20 pounds on. This morning I weighed in at 188 lbs., and frankly I’m appalled.

Fresh mud on these tires!

How the hell did this happen???

The running tapered down. I stopped “shredding” with Jillian Michaels. Alcohol. Butter. Potato chips. Bacon. Sheer laziness.

I was discussing it with a friend the other day, who is dealing with some of the same issues, and she said that she’d heard that sometimes marriage will do that to you. You get your man, you look good in the dress, you let it all go.

There is truth in that, but I don’t feel like I’m that woman. I just feel bad in my body. It doesn’t feel good. I know I’m getting older, but I want it to keep doing things!

So come on, self. Let’s get back to the good stuff.

What am I making this week?

• Plans for the year.
• Dinner, with love!
• Changes to my life. I’m trying to change the way I work every day, and plan every week.
• Better habits to enrich my life.