It's Monday, January 11th. Not too late to wish people a Happy New Year. And just enough time to break the resolutions made in earnest less than two weeks ago.
I'm not passing judgement. Actually, less finger pointing was one of my resolutions so brava for me. But if you want to know how many days I've exercised or how far I've walked on any given day, I will instantly list all the reasons why I didn't, couldn't, wouldn't or shouldn't have -- laziness and denial not included. I'm about 9,000 steps shy of the recommended 10,000. That figure could change significantly if I didn't feel guilty about counting paces from the sofa to the fridge.
All this making and breaking of resolutions is stressful. We've failed. We're weak. We lack motivation. I am of the Scarlett O'Hara school of thought: tomorrow is another day. Hurray -- that gives me all of today to figure out an excuse for not exercising tomorrow.
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