I am off to a fantabulous start with the New Year's resolutions, and, I'm not even being sarcastic when I say that.
You know, for once.
Now, I don't want to jinx myself, but, the clean eating thing is going fairly well. And, while I do realize that I am only on day seven of a very long three hundred and sixty-five days, I am still optimistic for success. I am also starting to come out of the sugar fugue that has clouded my brain over the past six weeks, and, I am starting to remember how much better I feel when I am not indulging in high fructose revelry. I also broke up with Diet Pepsi again; he is a very bad boyfriend and he done me wrong.
I haven't jumped back into my previous exercise program yet, but I plan to do that next week; I read somewhere that making more than two changes at a time can derail the efforts at making a lifestyle change, and I don't want to sabotage myself.
Or, I am lazy. Your call.
The numbered goals on my resolutions list are going to be easy to achieve this year, given the fact that my mom, sisters, and I are planning a trip to Paris this spring.
I am both excited and terrified. The excitement is natural, I mean, who wouldn't be excited to go to Paris? The terror stems from a general inability to hand over control of every situation in my life, and, there is a lot that will be out of my power on a trip like this. I guess I just need to make peace with that and focus on living in the moment. That's not one of my resolutions, so I am going to file it under Stay Positive and call it good.
See? Rocking it!