If you hold the common assumption that since I write about kindness I must have lofty New Year’s resolutions, you’d be wrong.
While I’m all for world peace, my goals are much simpler. I want to stop biting my nails. I want to count to ten when my boys test my patience. I want to learn to apply eye shadow. (Those are not in any particular order.)
To be clear, I am not one of the millions who vow to eat better and exercise more.
As a self-confessed gym-rat, I’ll wait in line with those many millions for the elliptical in the January rush of New Year’s optimism.
I hear people complain about the January crowds. Come on, people. Do we really want to discourage anyone from making a healthy change in his or her life?
Keeping a regular gym schedule needs to be fun. Different things motivate different people: a good book, the latest music, new gym friends. When I’m at the gym, I love me a trashy tabloid.
I keep a stack of magazines on the foot of the stairs. When I finish a People or my son is done reading his Sports Illustrated, I add it to the pile.
I grab the dozen mags and head to the gym and drop them in the bookcase.
If it helps someone else keep a resolution, I’m all for it.