New Year’s Resolutions.
I hate them.
I never keep them.
I doubt if hardly anyone does.
Maybe I am just trying to convince myself that an annual Failure of Resolve is a cultural norm. Maybe I am trying only to justify my own short-comings. Or, maybe my hunch is correct.
Let’s be honest, it is hard to believe that the majority of Americans actually carry through with the outlandish self-promising preceding midnight fireworks and all-night celebrations. Half of us probably don’t even remember what brilliant pledge was made between shots of Patron during the late hours of December 29th.
But for all my hating, and for all my qualms about a seemingly pointless tradition, I do have to admit that the new year offers a perfect time for self-evaluation and goal-setting.
I would bet that a change in lifestyle occupies the top of most people’s list of goals for the new year. Our friends talk about eating healthier and being more active. Our families encourage us to stop smoking. Our doctor’s instruct us to kick bad habits and watch our cholesterol levels. I cannot recall “buying a new car” or “procuring Super Bowl tickets” to have ever attained NYR status. It is the way we live that haunts us during the Yuletide season: a sense of regret and hope; that we can do life better.
Personally, I want to be more active in 2012. I want to go for more jogs in the morning and enjoy more warm summer evenings at the park. 2011 brought a few, big life transitions with it, and I have slowly become more docile these last few months.
One thing is definitely different this year. I anticipate following through with my goals this time. I expect success. My hope lies in accountability.
On December 15th a black lab mix showed up on our front porch. I have spent the last two weeks checking “lost and found” forums. The dog was not wearing a collar, so we have little information on which to rely. After failing to find a previous owner, we have decided to keep the dog. Her name is now Addie.
Addie requires lots of exercise. She love’s playing in the Live Oak City Park and going for a run down Lone Shadow Trail. When I wake up in the morning she is rested, energized, and anxious for a workout. Already she has challenged my lack of discipline, and my waste line. She is my new cardio buddy.
You may not be a dog person, or may prefer exercising away from your pet. This is fine. But if you have been struggling to stick to a routine, or have lingered on a plateau, then I encourage you to find a training partner.
When I was studying to be a fitness coach I learned that half of my job came down to accountability. We are all more likely to show up for a session if someone is waiting for us. People tend to be better at keeping appointments than being independently productive.
In my opinion, a healthy life is the ONLY life.
Find a partner, or get a pet, or join a class at your gym, and get fit!