I feel I should write something riveting about the first day of the new year like my grand resolutions and plans. The problem I have with anything surrounding the new year is the grandiosity. I know the big plans aren’t going to materialize. The resolve will diminish to nothing in a few months at best as the gym will be busier for a few weeks then back to normal. The pledge to lose my gut and be more successful than the previous year is probably just wishful thinking fueled by frustration.
This first day of 2025 was as uneventful as New Year’s Eve. Simple celebration at Sake Versus Tequila last night and Dominoes pizza today. Okay. This was supposed to be a year of restraint and austerity, the only resolutionesque plans I made. But I didn’t go over my calorie allowance by much and I did go to the gym yesterday. I will get better sleep tonight, and I am writing this blog instead of binging more episodes of Scrubs. I tried to fix the dishwasher again and decided to share the cost of a mid-priced model from Loewe’s.
Humble steps instead of grand strides are the way forward for me in 2025. Sleep good, eat better, exercise a bit more and avoid mind-numbing TV and social media more. That doesn’t mean I don’t have big aspirations. I want to reduce my debt and move to Washington. I want to reduce my gut. I want to lower my insulin resistance. I mostly want to be more comfortable with myself and setting standards I can’t feasibly meet is self sabotage. If I need to raise bar, I can. But I don’t want it so high in the beginning.
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