I usually hate making unrealistic promises I know I can’t keep just because the calendar happens to turn over to January 1st. I fail to see how predicting my upcoming failures, or “resolutions,” rings in the new year with any renewed optimism.
At this point the chance that I will become a better, more evolved human is about as likely as the whole Rihanna and Chris Brown thing ending well.
To clarify, it’s not that I believe I’m already a better more evolved human and, therefore, already as awesome as it gets. It’s that I’m old and tired and can barely be bothered to pause The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills long enough to get off the couch and go take a dump.
So, here are my predictions for 2013:
*Data is derived from the predictions and outcomes of identical goals for 2012.
I will exercise more. What utter bullshit. I will either join a health club I can’t afford and use it once but pay for a full year because I hate being sold to so will sign whatever you put in front of me to get you to shut the fuck up.
Or, I’ll decide I will run a 10K without even walking regularly to the mailbox, pull a hamstring in the first 10 feet, be laid up for months in bed while eating my boredom and end up on some horrible TLC show called “Bedridden, Obese and Angry.”
I will scale back on the cursing. Notice how I said “scale back” and not stop? You might as well say “I will no longer use air to breathe”. Believe me, the world is a safer place if I can express myself with profanity.
I will lose 10 lbs. I did not say how many times I would lose 10 lbs. over the year, did I? So, technically, if you add up all the weight I lost this year, I’d be way over that goal. Luckily, we won’t count the number of lbs. I gained as well. I blame it all on the holiday pie and booze I shoveled into my face hole.
I will be more patient. I don’t really know how to measure this one since I am, by nature, one of the least patient people on the planet. So, even when I’m at my best, I am still probably a good 50% more impatient than normal people.
I do tend to be a lot more easy-going when I’m drinking, so let’s just assume I drank more this year and everyone wins.
I will reduce my drinking. Defeated.
So, there you have it. Not a stellar report card.
However, I have come to a conclusion and this is it: By making a list of how to change myself I miss the most important goal I should be focused on – being true to who I am and loving myself despite…..myself.
My 2013 resolution: I will love, or at least accept myself, warts and all. And, do the same for everyone else.
Happy New Year, other imperfect humans! Keep yourselves weird and we may just come out of all this OK.