Overcoming the ghost of failed resolutions…

   The time to put our hopes and dreams on paper has come around again.  The holiday spirit that is forcing us to see everything in a rosy light, has had us thinking that the ripped abs and slim thighs will be easy to come by. 

   Now this is why year after year for the past five years I’ve had same resolution, ‘Lose weight.’ But this year I’m through with failure! This year I’ll work hard. The irony here being that I do say that year after year but here I am the living proof of my hard work, a 5ft girl weighing in at about 110lbs. 

   As I analyze my failed resolutions I realizes that I need to swap my dooming goals with more realistic ones. So I start off by replacing, ‘lose weight’ with ‘adopt an active lifestyle’ and ‘eat healthy’ with ‘don’t waste your calories’.

    I also realized I don’t really have an exercise regime to follow religiously but the reason for that is I’m just not a ‘make a plan and follow it’ kind of person. So I looked for alternatives and finally found monthly fitness challenges on Pinterest, which led me to make my own board dedicated to fitness challenges. So whenever I get bored of my current exercise routine I just take up another one. 

   Keeping in mind the preparation I’ve been doing. I’m sure I’ll have a year of success. 

Remembering the past 365 days…

  It’s the eve of 2014! And I take this time to think back to all the special moments of the past year.

  2013 for me had been a year of major ups and downs, one second I’d be conquering the summit of Mount Everest and the next I’d be drowning in the red sea.

   I went through countless tantrums, disobeyed all orders, experienced love, friendship, heartbreak and betrayal, got into cold wars with enemies and friends alike, and wore a red A on my shirt at one point as well. Truth to be told I didn’t expect my first year of teenage hood to be so dramatic!

  But as the year comes to an end I can feel this rollercoaster slowing down. The resistance being a little something called maturity. By no means am I claiming to be as mature and wise as my parents and grandparents but I definitely am wiser than the girl I was a year ago. I’d blame my craziness on the lack of preparation and planning as much as I would on the hormones just because in 2012 I was to busy writing my will and saying my final goodbyes.  But the coming year will be different, because I have a plan and I have goals. I wish you all a very Happy New Year!