Oh, the New Year... I rung you in with a shower, sweatpants, and Martini and Rossi with homemade grenadine. There was that potato leek tart, bacon wrapped shrimp, butter pecan bread, and misbehavior with boys who are so much of what I want and nothing that I need.
I don't 'make resolutions'. I just. don't. But admittedly, I'm using the start of 2008 as sort of a pistol to start the race. It's hard to change. It's so hard to change. But there are things that I want to do for myself (is this cliche enough for you yet?).
Among them, I've eliminated red meat, or rather, it is my goal to not eat it for 2008. I never intend to fully eliminate meat, but I'd prefer to eliminate beef for the time being, eat pork sparingly, and stick primarily to chicken and fish.
I'm going to make a concerted effort to eat only 'real' food. I don't eat a lot of bagged things as it is now. I don't buy chips. I'm a perimeter shopper, save for pasta and canned items which are usually only beans and tomatoes.
I quit drinking soda, or rather, only drink it now as a treat. In the last two moths I've had...three cans? Four? I used to drink eight A DAY.
I'm going to slow my roll a bit with the alcohol, you know, since I drank a whole bottle of Beefeater yesterday. I usually go home and have a glass of wine or two, but I think I want to maybe keep it to weekends unless I'm out at dinner. Drinking is a social/cultural thing to me. I do it because it makes me happy--not as an alcohol thing, but as an experiential thing.
More gym time. Period. I'm getting better, but honestly, I'm STILL in pain from my accident, and I simply cannot run. This means completely reconfiguring my workout. But still.
I've set a bunch of financial goals, one of which is to buy a car, preferably a Saab, and to mortgage a place by the time I'm 30. That's kind of lofty, but I have a second inheritance check on its way and I'm hopefully going to QUIT MY FUCKING JOB by June? I hope.
But that's not what you want to hear about. You do not care about my dietary changes and my checking account balance. Most of the time, I don't either.
I feel like this blog kind of went to shit after I deleted it twice and moved the URL. So my Adoption Goals for 2008 are to recommit to the blog, open up more of a dialog with my readers, MAKE PROGRESS in my relationship with Mary, and MAKE PROGRESS in coping with my own emotions regarding. Yes, adoption sucks. No, I don't enjoy it. In fact, I hate it.
RADICAL ACCEPTANCE: I CANNOT CHANGE THIS
So then what? More dialog, create awareness, create support, create a forum where you and I can be amicably pissed off as a way of generating and garnering understanding.
I sound like the fucking Geneva Convention.
But that's what I want.
Help me do it?