Well the New Year is underway. I’ve not made any resolutions as such, but as always have promised myself that I will get (and stay) fit, lose a few pounds, be happy, let myself off the hook now and again, and try and do my bit to make the world a nicer place.
Of course, all those things are more of a challenge than they ought to be.
At the moment I’m feeling like a bit of a blob, so I’m all enthused about the getting fit and losing weight bit. However, I do know from experience how quickly disillusion can replace that enthusiasm, and those carefully set goals seem unachievable and all that effort a waste of time. It’s so much easier to just accept your fate and eat another chocolate, after all, who really cares what shape this old woman is in? Does staying in shape matter as you get older? After all, no-one wants to look like a boney and haggard little old lady do they?
Actually, yes, it does matter. People might not worry too much about what I look like, hey, they might even like my huggable, soft, curvy shape. The thing is though, I don’t feel healthy. I’m tired carrying this extra load around. I still enthusiastically and regularly practice yoga but my forward folds are lately feeling hampered by that baggy belly. Everything is more of an effort. My clothes are getting tighter and that spare tyre blobbing over the top of my jeans is, frankly, not attractive. There you go then…. I’m definitely (yes folks, you heard it here) going to stick to my fitness regime this time!
Then there is the ‘being happy’. Well, it should be easy enough, I’m generally a happy sort. But then I get the doldrums. For no apparent reason I’ll wake up full of gloom and doom. Or I’ll be worrying about something. Usually something daft that really doesn’t deserve my time. Or I’ll be sulking over some slight that the person who said it is oblivious to (yes, yes, it’s my husband we’re talking here). What a waste of effort that is. So this year, I’m not going to go there. No glooming, no worrying, no sulking. Yes, well, I’ll let you know how that goes!
‘Let myself off the hook now and again’. Does everyone beat themselves up over stupid things or is it just me? My foot in the mouth moments, or letting myself down moments (see getting fit above!!) Am I naggy? Am I a cross sort? Am I fat? Should I work harder? Be nicer? Do more housework? Write more? Take the dog for longer walks? Look prettier? Be less of a slob? Be more interesting? Good god, the list is endless….
Last but not least, I will try and do my bit to make the world a nicer place. Well, that’s a bit beauty pagenty isn’t it? Vomit inducing? Yes, I can see you sticking your fingers in your throat and gacking. But honestly, I do think I can do this one. Ok, I can’t save the world (sometimes it seems beyond saving), I can’t even save individuals, but I could make the odd person smile now and again. I can recycle more, I can grow more flowers, spend less, point out the good things in life to anyone and everyone that will listen, laugh lots (the world is always a better place when people are laughing), support charities… I am not, and will never be, a full-bloodied campaigner, but I can sign the odd petition regarding ubiquitious injustices or things I’m passionate about.
Yep, reckon I can do the odd bit to brighten up this corner of the world. I only hope that if you take a look at my blog now and again, I can brighten up yours too.
Happy New Year! xx