2011 is here, and with it comes a few promises to myself, not unlike resolutions you've made to yourself for the new year. I had to start off with the cliche "lose weight", but I've cleverly disguised it as "fit back into the pre-baby clothes" because that sounds less like work and more like shopping (even if it's in my own closet). I got right on that today with a nice jog, and two impromptu "dance parties" with my 3 year old son. Also, a salad for lunch and zero calorie drinks only were representin' for the cutting calories portion of my plan. My other resolution was to start a blog, and hopefully to be able to keep up with it. I always find myself saying "I should write this down." "I should write a book." or "You can't make this stuff up!" I just never acted on any of it. Well here's my chance. Hopefully the funny, crazy, exciting, unbelievable events that seem to happen to me on a regular basis will not find out about the blog and keep their distance. On slow days I could always take the time to write down one of my older memories that prompted an "I should write a book!" outburst. We'll see where this little experiment takes me.
To wrap up this very first post, I think it would be appropriate to comment on my jog associated with my first resolution for this year. First of all, I never run. I HATE running. It is a very strict rule of mine that I do NOT run unless there is a gun or a fire behind me. Jogging today was a direct violation of that rule, but as I mentioned earlier to friends, my post-baby body was violating my skinny jeans. Something had to be done. So off I went, and of course our cul de sac was full of kids on Christmas break. They were cheering me on, and yelling how proud they were of me (ha!), and when I came back and they were still carrying on with this, I felt like Rocky running the stairs. I made it, after months of... well not that kind of exercise, anyway. I shy away from saying no exercise because I was riding my bike the day before I went into labor, so obviously I had kept up with physical activity. But it felt good to have some alone time to myself to work on myself. The truth was, I was proud of me. Hopefully I won't let myself down, as resolutions are easy to break. I owe it to myself, and to the closet full of beautiful clothes that I hope miss me as much as I miss them.