Last year, I published a list of resolutions as long as the word “resolution”. Aside from purging clutter in the storage corners of my house (resulting in creating a vacuum which simply attracts more clutter), I’ve not accomplished any of them. Having several goals in mind hoping I’d accomplish at least one of them was obviously not a very good strategy for me.
So… this year, I’m choosing one of those goals and I’m gonna give it the gusto. Since it’s already January 6th and resolutions normally start on January 1st, I think it’s futile to attempt to resolve against my procrastination issue. I think I’ll leave that until next year. (Did you get that? Procrastination… wait until next year? Funny, eh?) Obviously, I’m not giving up making stupid jokes.
Nope… this year I’m going to try to tackle my weight again. This time last year, I announced to the world my weight was 230+ pounds. Well, I’m still there. Twohundredandthirtyfourfuckingpounds to be exact. My list has been reduced to one. Perhaps now I can focus and succeed. You think?
