Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Resolutions


 When I googled "New Years" to try to find an appropriately festive picture, this is the BS that came up. The idea that the only resolution worth making on January 1 is to "measure" yourself and then, appropriately, eat apples. I like apples it's true. With Organic Peanut Butter. On some delicious, fresh, sprouted-grain toast. 

Heaven.

But I am not talking about weight loss, or any sort of dietary restrictions or bodily alteration (I ate a whole package of Newman-O's on New Years Day. With some Almond Milk. They. Were. Delicious.) I am not even really talking about the idea that on January 1 we get to have a clean slate, because to be honest there is no real freaking difference between 11:59pm on December 31 and 12:01am on January 1. What I am talking about is the idea that, at any moment, we can resolve ourselves to change, to be better. Some things feel beyond our control. 

Like Cake.

But I can make the decision to really enjoy that cake, to really enjoy the process of life, to really enjoy the full movement of my limbs, and to feel grateful for my health. Because not everyone has that. And I should be taking advantage of it. I am not judging those of you who measure and then eat apples. I am just saying, we want to lose weight because we think we will look better, be happier, right? And maybe weight loss will do that.

But what if we just resolved to do things that brought us joy. To really, consciously enjoy food, walks, dancing, sex, the company of our loved ones, sunshine and puppy dogs and rainbows and all that crap.

This year I plan to fully and consciously enjoy the following: my Hetero's numerous 30th birthday celebrations, the weddings of two of the BEST COUPLES EVER,  Manchego Cheese, pole dancing, flannel sheets, spending whole days in my pajamas, getting a dog, playing with said dog.

So instead of the tape measurer and the apple, I'm going with this:


Holla. Atcha. Gurl.