2013 - No Running!

Thankfully I haven't seen many blogs about people's New Year's resolutions, so I'll be original this year...however, every talk show and ad on tv have been hoping to cash in on it though - I zip through the commercials for gyms and diets with our DirecTV, but still catch glimpses of what I COULD look like if I devoted only 20 hours to the gym every week...

Back to resolutions. I've never been one to make them either at the beginning of a year nor much in the middle of one. Pretty much I don't resolve to do much...wait. That doesn't sound right. Surely I plan some things. Well, some things do end up getting done - kids are happy and healthy, we're not in financial ruin - hmmm, $300,000 in the red might sound bad to some people, but I'm told it's not in this case - and I've lost all my baby weight + 5 and have to make the uber tough decision to buy a new pair of jeans that fit my new weight or lose 5 pounds more and THEN buy the jeans, I know, super horrible problem to start 2013 off.

Which brings up resolutions, or maybe choices. Maybe they should call it New Year's Choices. I want to be healthier and thinner, yada yada yada, but since I've lost the weight between last June to December, I now want to figure out healthiness. I've decided to give myself full permission to HATE running. I totally hate it whether it's on a treadmill or out in the fresh air. It's so boring and HARD. Totally not for sissies, and I'm a sissy. This year I have resolved myself to this fact and am no longer trying to convince myself of how the benefits outweigh the suckiness. I'm turning back to Pilates and yoga - relaxing, not that much sweating, and certainly no heart beating out of your chest as you try to suck in air and still be able to carry a conversation. No Talking in yoga - I'm pretty sure it's a rule.

Back to choices. I have found that I miss having close friends. At different points in my life I have made the conscience choice to not make any - like when we moved every 3 years and by the third time, I was done with the making and breaking with friends and thought I'd just wait til college to make close friends again. - I did. Yes, my father was a migrant worker, no I mean worked for Shell oil company. That's right. Oh, I loved the moving around part, just got a little emotionally taxing. So, as it turns out, being the wife of a medical student is similar - we're pulled wherever "they" decide we should go every few years as the journey through school, residency, and fellowships takes us, and again it's taking it's toll. Luckily, as I had built-in friends in my sisters growing up, I have built-in tiny friends in my toddler children :) Still, I find myself wanting to connect again with people. We're only here for another year and a half, then WE get to choose where we go (yay!!!). Not that we have a clue where that is. But I am really excited that my yoga choice is paying off in that area since I have found/created some "yogis" at our church where I may be teaching yoga and Pilates in the new year! I'm sure I'll get to hang around people my age there, AND lose the extra 5, AND get to buy the new jeans! DONE!

But there's always a but. Back to my jeans. Didn't they make a movie about jeans and sisterhood or something? Maybe I should check that out, yeah, probably not. So, Ian is almost 14 months old and we're deciding about our next baby, if there is one, and how we can guarantee a girl. I've been having serious talks with the X chromosomes my husband is supposed to be making. To space out the next one as Oliver and Ian are spaced out, I'd need to get my IUD removed in March. Yes, March. And get pregnant in May. Then I could definitely throw out my new jeans, and my old jeans, and just love on my fat jeans since I don't think I want to spend another 7 months trying to lose 21 pounds again (after the 25 that fell off after I had Ian). The very selfish, vain part of me is screaming NOOOooooo, while the very selfish, sane part of me is screaming NOOOooooo!!! Part of me thinks I have my answer right there. Hmmmm, but who really listens to themselves? Thats not one of my strengths. My philosophy is more the "what would a normal person do, and then do something totally bizarre." But that's the New Year's Choice I'm facing right now. What are y'alls resolutions?