The quest for happy imperfection…

So not only did I fall off my wagon… but it just kept going on without me. So not only am I little sore (not too much, “luckily” I still have a quite a bit of cushioning to break the fall) but now I have to figure out how to catch up with it. Maybe more people will fall off and I can just follow the trail of bruised chubby people back to the wagon. Or maybe the people that are still on the wagon will be nice enough to leave me a trail of crumbs to follow. Maybe cookies… mmm. Wait, no, that’s how we got here. Not cookies. Maybe carrots. Yeah, carrots would be good. Anyone mind dropping a few?

 So today is the first day of the new year, and I know everyone is busy making new year’s resolutions that they’ll forget by tomorrow. I decided that I’m not going to do a resolution, because the word just doesn’t sound fun. And, I’ve never stuck with a resolution for longer than “ooh, that looks tasty!”. But, I think it’s important to set some goals. And so, without further ado, the things I want to achieve for the year.

My first bout of insanity is that I want to go 500 miles. Whether that be walking, running, swimming, kayaking, elipiticalling (hehe, that looks funny), snowshoeing, cross country skiing, skipping, waltzing, crabwalking, rolling, whatever. I want to use my body to move my body 500 miles.

I’ve also decided that I want to get rid of my “eew!” knee-jerk reaction to most vegetables. Or, new healthy food in general. So, this year, I want to broaden my horizons where food is concerned. Whether that be foods I’ve never tried before, or foods that I’ve tried but never really given a fair shake. Currently I have a list of right around 50 that includes things like hummus, lentils, leeks, turnips, grapefruits, and sweet potatoes. The only foods I can truly say that I refuse to try are lamb and artichokes. Lamb because, I mean, lambs! They’re way too cute to be eaten. And artichokes… well, I think it’s pretty clear that God doesn’t want us to eat them. I mean, if the scary exterior wasn’t enough, their absolutely revolting taste should convince the last few holdouts.

I’m going to start taking a bath every night before bed. Now, let’s get one thing clear- this isn’t a hygeine goal. I shower every single morning thank you very much. But, everyone needs a daily ritual that seems a little luxurious. Considering I don’t like wine, or caviar (which is another one of those foods I’m not willing to try again. Fish eggs that look more like fish poop? Pass!) I figure a nice bubble bath will fit the bill.

I’m going to turn off the TV all day on Sundays. Ouch. I may actually have to discover healthy methods of entertainment.

I want to complete atleast 3 of the 14 day hikes that make up the Tahoe Rim Trail.

I want to try rock climbing, kickboxing, spinning (on the bike, not in circles), cross country skiing, running (without something chasing me), and at home exercise DVDs.

In my quest to further enjoy healthy foods, I’m turning off the TV when I eat. What, talk to my husband? Crazy ideas.

I’m also instituting “meatless Mondays” in which livestock across the state will sigh in relief. Until Tuesday.

And, as a culmination of all of this insanity- I’m running my first 5k at the end of March, and aiming for my first sprint distance triathalon at the end of June.  I’m going big or going home. Well, I am home right now, but I still like the saying.

I don’t have a weightloss goal. I, naturally, would like to burn my fat pants (that have sadly, become my everyday pants). And I have a general, vague idea of where I’d like to be on the scale. But, I’m not going to make a result my goal, I’m going to make actions my goals. I’m just going to focus on enjoying the ride. Besides, I don’t want a number to determine my happiness.

I decided that the person I am doesn’t match the person I feel like I am. The person I feel like I am doesn’t feel right without a morning run and likes muesli with blueberries and fresh yogurt. I’m not there yet, but gosh darn it, I will be.

And so, in my continued pursuit of banishing the unwelcome inturder who is trying to live my life for me- on to the bubble bath!