Blair's on vacation until the New Year. We drove to Fayetteville on Sunday to have Christmas with family there. As per tradition, on the way down we discussed our goals and intentions for the new year. And, as per tradition, we are now in an anything-goes-free-for-all until year end.
Right now we're sitting on the couch, eating Doritos and M&M's and watching bad Food Network TV. That's right, baby. We have two weeks to be sloths, eat crap, and watch TV that destroys brain cells. Believe it or not, we really will snap out of it come January 2nd. (I refuse to begin New Year's goals on January 1st. I usually sleep late, don't exercise, and finish up food leftovers from the night before. It's pointless to resist so I just nudge the start day ahead a day.)
A couple standouts about my New Year's goals this year that I'm rather proud of:
1. For the first time in our 16 years of marriage - "Learn to cook" did NOT make the list. Yee-haw. Also missing is "Cook healthy meals," or "Cook at least 2 meals a week" or the other myriad variations on this theme. I've arrived. I'm there. I cook. Almost every day. Most of it is healthy food. And it only took 16 years.
2. Also missing from this year's list? Exercise goals. Don't need 'em. Working out is finally a part of who I am. Something I do almost daily. It's no longer a "should" or a "make myself." I just do it. It only took 40 years to get here.
But back to slacking off. It's a miracle I can focus enough to type this blog, given the amount of sugar coursing through my veins. But it's all good. By the time January 2nd rolls around, I am so sick of eating sugar and fatty foods that I'm more than ready to go back to my healthy greens, beans, and grains. But since I am pretty vigilant for most of the year, I feel okay slacking off for a couple of weeks. In an odd way, these two "freebie" weeks always serve as a reminder to me of why I don't enjoy living like this on a regular basis. At least that's what I tell myself.
Now pass the M&M's.