Desicions

We had friends over for New Years, Just a quiet dinner, the four of us, sipping wine and playing UNO SPIN, a great game to play, and it gets pretty loud after a drink or two. My friend turns to me and says "So have you decided to do anything different this year?"

Yes. It is that time of year again, when most of us vow to change some how over the course of the next twelve months. In the past I've said: I'm gonna loose weight, become more organized, have stuff ready for my accountant BEFORE the deadline, and finish my craft projects before I start a new one. I've always started out with a serious commitment, and then somehow wander away and the resolutions I made disappear into that ever evolving pattern of "Life Happens".

I remember about 5 years back after yet another "push yourself away from the table" comment my father dished out. My resolutions for that year were to 1) Loose 30 lbs and 2) finish every sewing project that I had ever started or wanted to start. I started loosing weight, but when I still had only lost ten pounds after two months I gave up. As for the sewing, well, let's just say that it's all still packed away in a box, waiting, for my spare time.
I finally decided to commit to loosing weight 8 months into 2005. It was a hard decision to make, and even harder commitment to keep. It wasn't easy. Eat my veggies,not chocolate, drink water, lots of water, and walk. It was a resolution I didn't need New Year's for, it was just time. It took me until April of 2006 to meet my goal. A goal I am truly proud of. I did it, and every time there is a whistle in my direction, I soak it up like a sponge.
Yes, those whistles, and comments like "damn girl, you look great!" make all those nights I watched Carpenter eat a bowl of ice cream, while I drank yet another chalky protein shake, all worth it.
So to keep those whistles coming in my direction, I am committed to keeping the weight off this year. But I also want to fix up my yard, plant a few more flowers and shrubs, prune the roses, and weed 'n' feed the lawn. I want to make it look nice, so that when I find that perfect sexy bikini on ebay, I'll have a great time lounging in my back yard sipping on an ice tea, and potentially give my neighbour a heart attack.
I sipped on my wine, threw down my cards as I pondered all of this, looked at my friend, and smiled, "I want to paint my dining room this year."

Actually I need to do that too.