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Resolutions update: January
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Where have I been? What do I want?

Resolutions update: January

We are twenty-two days into January. Most (of my) resolutions die by now, so here’s an update on Where have I been? What do I want?

Beauty: My nails are growing, but I had to trim them down (!) because they got in the way of the guitar strings. Like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife. Face and floss are good. My face has stopped breaking out and flaking off at the same time, which is a relief. I’m chalking that up to all of the moisturizers I’m using. Neutrogena’s Hydro Boost Face Mask once a week helps too.

Tip: run the unopened foil packet under warm water so that you’re not slapping ice-cold goop onto your face in the dead of winter.

Food: Doing well at eating the lunch I bring. This was last week’s lunch:

salad
spinach, carrot, onion, tomato, hard boiled egg and Italian dressing.

I wasn’t sick of it by Friday, so I’ll duplicate that this week. I’m nailing the water goal, too. One bottle at home, one at work.

Fitness: The bad: I’m 4 days behind on Yoga with Adriene – the first time in 4 years I fell behind – but I’m still plugging away. It’s been so cold OR rainy lately that I can’t make myself get outside to walk. Some of the yoga workouts are less than a half-hour, making it hard to close my exercise rings every day.

but my battery’s almost 100%!

The good: I’m closing the move rings, so my Watch overlord suggested I up my move calories to 330 from 300. I accept.

Spirit: I’m leaving my desk for 20-30 minutes every day at lunch. TNP has a television in our common area that is always on CNN. I can’t deal with that, so I go downstairs to the building’s cafeteria to eat. Guitar practice has stabilized at 4x/week instead of 5. I’m blogging, too!

Dry January: Still dry.

No-Spend January: I, uh, bought a new desk. And girl scout cookies (2 a night with my evening coffee). And a blazer from NY&Co that was 75% off. All three bring me joy, Marie Kondo. And a bday present for Nephew B that I couldn’t pass up. And an order from Grounds & Hounds Coffee.

What about you? Which resolutions have you nailed and failed?

Where have I been? What do I want?

Happy New Year! You know how every year I’m all “oh hey I’m going to take better care of myself?” And then the next year I’m all “oh hey I’m going to take better care of myself?” And then the next year I’m all “oh hey I’m going to take better care of myself?” You can look it up, I’ve been blogging since 2002. (Happy Sweet Sixteen, blog!)

This year… oh hey, I’m going to take better care of myself! AGAIN. If things go well, I have around 34 good years left so I can’t stop trying to be a better version of me. I need accountability somewhere. To achieve that, I enrolled in an online class that comes with a closed community. Putting my money where my mouth is, so to speak. An element of this class is journaling once a month and what better place to put that than here?

Because why journal in any of the actual notebooks that I buy and never use?

Where have I been?

After the absolute trash fire that was 2017, a year that left me physically and emotionally exhausted, 2018 was a walk in the park with many reasons to celebrate. A new nephew! Regular trips down the shore! Travel to Florida, Austin, Seattle, and Walt Disney World! A puppy that managed to make it into adult dog form without killing himself or us!

Self-care? NAILED IT. I made CERTAIN that I put aside time for self-care. However, it’s the very easy part of self-care that I excel at. Sitting! Reading! Quilts and hygge and snacks! It’s also the popular, meme-able form of self-care that makes for great Instagram photos that people like. Because who does not like cozy quilts and sleeping dogs and steamy cups of coffee?

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Brothers and very best friends. #dogsofinstagram

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I’m going to go out on a limb and say that my spin on self-care was not as good for the self as I thought it was. This year I’m going to try to do the harder parts of self-care. Cutting back on putting crap into my body on a daily basis that extends past my yearly Dry January effort. Sticking with a fitness program that extends past the 30 days of yoga that I do every January. And yes, I’m doing that this January too. This year’s practice is here.

For a while this summer, WM and I were killing it with walking and fitness, but we spun it as training for Disney. Bad idea. When Disney came and went, I quit wanting to do the work, and my exercise rings suffered.

What do I want?

I don’t do well with handwavy goals. I like measurable, trackable things. In my class’s online community, I said I wanted to treat my body and mind better so that I say “ooof” less. To get there, this is what I want for 2019.

Weight: While I am not at my highest weight, I’m at the second highest, aka the first plateau down from the highest. In 2019, I want to lose 30 pounds. That won’t make me thin (I’m pretty meaty at the moment) but it’ll make me MUCH BETTER off.

Food: I want to drink 2 17-oz bottles of water a day. I want to eat the lunches I bring to work 3 out of the 4 days I go to the office each week.

Fitness: This month will be yoga every day, and closing all three rings on my Apple Watch every day. Next month I’ll transition into a mix of yoga and Total Gym.

After a week on its charger, my Apple Watch has extremely low expectations for me. I’m insulted.

Spirit: When able, I want to leave my desk every day for lunch, even if it’s just to an empty conference room to read. I want to blog 3 times a week. I want to use the Apple Watch Breathe App 2 times a day. I got a guitar for Christmas and I want to pick it up five times a week, even if it’s only 15 minutes at a time. (D-chord, A-chord, D-chord, A-chord, throbbing fingers)

Beauty: Polish my nails every week. This helps keep them out of my mouth. Floss every day. Wash and moisturize my face every night.

Work: I do have a few work goals, but they’re staying private.

Next month: I’m going to be proud of making these incremental changes, even if my weight and measurements don’t change. I’m playing a long game.

Next two months: My pants are going to be looser. My muscles will be sore but in a good way.

Next year: Thirty pounds lighter. Able to do crow pose. Play a Christmas carol on my guitar.

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