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I didn’t think that I was going to be that person but I am. That person that, on January 1st makes a New Year’s Resolution to lose 10 pounds. And, yes, these are the same 10 pounds that I have been wanting to lose, talking about losing, and making half-hearted efforts to lose for a year and a half. Just the other day I said I wasn’t going to be that person. But today, it feels inevitable. I feel compelled to go through the ritual of making the resolution to lose weight. Do I really think I’ll be able to do it? Sure! Why not? If I didn’t believe at least a teeny-tiny bit that I would be able to do it, I wouldn’t even bother making the resolution.

Why start January 1st? Why not start today or tomorrow? Or even the next day. Well, I don’t have a good answer for that except “Why not start January 1st?”. It’s as good a day as any and it relieves some of the pressure until then. I feel more free to just eat rather than examine, analyze, measure and then eat. Talk about sucking all the fun out of food!

Until January 1st, I guess I’m going to make a plan. A plan that helps me get more organized so it’s not so easy to say “I’m too tired” or “I’ve got too many other things to do”. A plan that helps me keep my house clean, my chores done, fit exercise into my day, and get to bed on time. Good luck with that! I can’t remember the last time I got to bed “on time” and got enough sleep. I’m embarrassed to say what it was that I was watching that kept me up past my “bed time” last night. Let’s just say it was on MTV and it’s about people half my age! Vicarious living, I’m sure…

I’m hopeful. Convinced that I’ll succeed? Not entirely. But I’m almost convinced. Does that count for anything? Yeah, I didn’t think so. Oh well, I’ve got four days to convince myself…