Reflection

I was never one for resolutions. I never made them because I knew I would never keep them. Always a reason. Always an excuse. Somehow this year I feel more empowered to keep them. Suddenly I have willpower.

1. Exercise more.
Isn't this number one on everyone's list? I would love to look better than I did pre-baby. I have a fitness center in my office building and I don't take advantage of it. In every baby magazine that is sent to me is atleast one "I did it" success story of how they lost the half a person they gained after they had a child. My motivation is looking at all of those "before" pictures and making sure I don't get to be like that. Which brings me to...

2. Stop being so lazy.
Many Sundays are what is known as Lazy Sundays in my house. Pajamas stay on and mommy and daddy read the paper while Stephanie plays with her toys. Maybe put a DVD in, maybe do some cleaning, and the only time we step foot outside is to pick up the Chinese take-out. Yesterday was hectic so today was a Lazy Sunday until I got cabin fever and took Stephanie to the supermarket.

3. Finish what I start.
This is my most important, and the one I most want to achieve. I stopped telling people I was getting involved in activities because chances are, they'd be short-lived. I joined Habitat for Humanity and went to one meeting and decided to quit because I felt they were looking for people with more connections than I had. Others in the meeting had experience doing radio PSA's and knew the right people. At the time I was a trade magazine editor and knew no one. And so I stopped going. I also joined a book club which I went monthly for about half a year. I stopped going because the type of books that were being chosen were far cries from the genres that were in the beginning and so I lost interest. I joined a new mom's group and I still go, but I haven't been in a while. I had bronchitis, Stephanie was sick. And part of me believes that it would be no big deal if I never went again, but I know it would be one more thing I'd be giving up on and so for that reason alone, I'll go again. I also want to join a women's self defense course and maybe a martial arts class which will help get me back in shape as well as teach me how to kick ass. But I'm keeping it to myself until I sign the check and prepare for my first lesson.

I'm hoping that next year I can say that I accomplished atleast one of these.

Cough

There was a place I would go to when I was in high school called Pond Meadow. A boyfriend took me there once and I was hooked. It's a place to hike, bikeride, rollerblade, canoe, and climb onto some huge boulders and pretend like it's just you and mother nature. There was a path that led to a pier and I would lie on the pier and read or close my eyes for a bit, because you could do that back then without concern. There was a rape at Pond Meadow last week. It sort of tarnished my memory of what a wonderful place it was.

I have bronchitis. Has anyone ever used an inhaler? I was given a prescription for one this morning and the side effects on the package include an "increased chance if death." Seriously. I never read those warnings, but the pamphlet was the only thing within reaching distance since I was too tired to move. In no way am I a hypochondriac and if it was just a risk of death I would understand the lagalities of including such a warning, but an increased chance of death? Makes me want to update my will.