Saturday, December 31, 2011
I stopped making a big deal out of New Year's Eve a long time ago. Too many expectations to make it fabulous and exciting and meaningful and glamorous.
But darn it! The end of 2011 is so ripe for making big, stinkin' proclamations. The end of the week, the end of the month, the end of the year and the beginning of the year that I turn 50.
So ... 50 pounds.
There. That's my goal for 2012.
It's totally realistic -- less than a pound a week. And it will bring me to pretty much done with my weight loss.
Do you know how many times I've made a New Year's resolution to lose weight? Decades of Dec. 31 deals with God, wishing on stars, holding the lucky end of a turkey wishbone.
Actually, I did lose 15 pounds this year, getting down to pre-baby weight, so I made good on the nebulous "lose weight" resolution.
But what if?
What if this IS the year?
What if I get rid of those 50 pounds?
What if next year's goal is to get the last 20-ish pounds off? (That sounds so easy compared with 50.)
What if I actually stick to a program for just one day? I'm terrible at sticking to eating plans. I tend to veer off on a whim. But 24 hours, that's all. How hard can that be? Then I'll do it again and again.
Do I have it in me to make it a reality this year?
Do you have it in you to make it a reality this year?