It’s seems as though I lost a day, somewhere. I forgot to wish JDawg’s mom a happy birthday and I forgot to mention the winner of the contest I whored out here and here. (and everywhere else in the world) And so…
Dollface, email me so we can get the wheels spinning.
So…about those resolutions. I might be hanging back a tad on them. But I have perfectly valid excuses. See?
Be the parent, not the child:
I’ve been doing better on this one. Not so much yelling as usual – a return to more patient-voiced reprimanding. I might have gone and lost my fool mind when I took apart Isobel’s crib the other day, giving her a perfectly valid reason to stretch the bedtime mambo into a three hour hurtle.
That would be patience-trying, right?
And of course with said dance-to-the-death-of-consciousness, Isobel’s more sleep deprived than usual, but still not one damn nap. It makes the witching hour (s. Hours. Between three and six pm. Every. Damn. Day.) interesting.
Cut out frivolous spending
I sucked for the first 15 days of this month – I admit it. Somehow, I totally overdid the last half of December, even without going mega-crazed at Exmas, and ended up having to play catch up on rent day. Doesn’t make for an easy two weeks, let me tell you. But, I’ve recovered my temporary spending insanity, have a credit card coming in the mail (first one in five years – let’s play the rebuild our credit game!), and have a couple-few hundred sitting in the bank, not doing much.
This is huge, people.
Also huge? Is that there’s been a few days when I’ve only smoked like, four cigarettes. That’s less than half the usual amount, therefore half the usual spending. And a complete, unplanned fluke taking place during days that I’m not busy. WTF? It’s like I don’t even know me.
Learn how to merge dirty laziness with girlification
If you talked to certain people, they’d be able to say “Holy shit, Zoeyjane is so fucking girly, she makes me want to poke up eyes out with a spork, lately.” But those people know better than to divulge that, because I will cut them in their sleep.
Let’s just leave it at this: my make-up is fresh, I’m wearing underwear that aren’t that functional, and I have giggled and blushed a lot these past few weeks. And flirted. There’s been flirting. Not with a lot of people, for clarification. But still, flirting.
You know, in addition to fantacizing on the Internetz. And off.
Get more sleep
Um. Well. SleepBetterFAIL. There’s been a few nights that I’ve made it into the sack before two am. Do those count?
How about that I’ve been more than willing to sleep later?
Give myself quality best-friend-worthy advice
Also, kind of a fail. But, better.
Especially in the vicinity of JDawg and his sudden concern to ask me out on a date and profess feelings he has. And blame me for those feelings. And my then strongly worded email back, basically telling him to stop jerking me around. And not going on the date, of course. Even though I totally would have gotten laid and it would have been good.
Sigh. You know I’d totally tell a best friend to have good sex, right?
Eat a regular, low-carb/dairy, high protein diet
Doing better, but still not great. Late night snacks have been switched from carb-laden to veggie-heavy. This is good for my energy and such, but not for my waistline, depending on who you consult. Last I checked, I didn’t need to lose the five pounds it took me six months to gain and have stick, but the six-pack outline that’s coming back? I do so adore it.
I’m not getting multiple cups of milk-laden coffees a day, now. I’m choosing protein and produce over carbs and dairy, nearly every time. But, I still kinda suck the big one at remembering to eat before mid-afternoon.
Get a great ass
Um. No. Nada. Not even tried. This is where the excuses are good. I have no sports bra, so I’d have to buy at least one. Add on running shoes. And childcare. And a negligible schedule between our availability and when childcare is offered. Makes going to the gym expensive, and not seem worth it. Oh! And I don’t even own any typical gym clothes. So, I’d have to invest in those, too. So, we’re talking, like, $16 a gym visit, plus at least $60 in ‘equipment.’
Fuck no, yo. Those excuses are iron-clad.
But tonight, at the video store? This bad boy called to me from the discount bin. Do I think it will kick my ass into yogi-riffic shape? Not necessarily. But it’s a further step than the sitting on my (lack of) ass I’ve done for the past few weeks is.
Though I should mention that I’ve been walking up a lot of hills lately, pushing a stroller. That totally counts as an ass work-out, and if you don’t think so, you’re doin’ it wrong. Or I’m really out of shape.
Shut up.
Be selfish. Be self concerned. Be all up in my own shit
Yeah. I’m doing pretty well on this one. I’ve not been selling my soul to the devil, accepting shit from places it shouldn’t come from any longer, and I’ve even been taking bubble baths in the middle of the day and not letting Isobel come in the tub. Cuz it’s my bath, dammit.
And today? I asked a friend to watch her for the afternoon, so that I could go out and cheer on a fabulous woman doing something crazy to her ribs – it was me time, sort of, you know what I mean?
Sixteen days into 2009 and I’m going upupup in mood and not completely sucking, hardcore, on the resolutions. Seems good enough, for me.
{My newest post on Blissfully Domestic’s new channel, Blissfully Blended is here. Did you read my first one, btw?}
