Poop – Resolve
Finally, I Can Embrace the New Year
After two weeks of extractions and infections, my face looks relatively normal again. Gwyneth resumed Gooping, and for the first time in years, SHE’S NOT FASTING! I was very upset by this, especially since I’d been forced into relative fasting and wanted to read and commiserate. But after being upset, I realized I was a little proud of dear Gwynnie. More people should embrace healthy eating with a dose of cheese and pasta and stop crash dieting.
Like Gwyneth has given up fasting, I’ve finally had a chance to settle into 2013, and I’ve realized there are some goofy, superficial things I do that can get the axe as well. In the past couple weeks, I have realized that I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about my appearance. So, my new year’s resolution is to change that. And to spend my newfound free time thinking about other things. Since last year’s resolution – getting better about budgeting and knocking about my credit card debt – went so well, I’m pretty confident I can learn to organize my headspace better as well.
Peace and pennies, Sam
Habits and Resolutions for a Kinder, Gentler Sam
When I first started exercising regularly, I hated it. Now, it’s part of my routine. However, once I’ve eaten my dinner and done my workout, my nights usually get lost to Facebook and celebrity gossip websites. I need to take time away from my computer in the evening. Looking at impossibly thin people in designer clothing is really starting to wear on me, despite my love of all thing red carpet, and staring at other people’s carefully curated Facebook lives isn’t much better. Just like I did when I started working out, I’m going to devote twenty minutes three to four times a week to turning off my computer and either reading or writing. I’ve just stocked my Kindle with new material, so I’m hoping I can motivate myself.
I’m also going to make a point of going out in public without make up at least once a week. Although I love make-up and enjoy that it’s part of my routine, I’ve grown to dislike my reflection without it. Since my face is the only one I’ve got, I’m going to learn to like it. Today, I went to the pet store to get food for Tony and Pepper. I rode my bike and decided to forgo foundation. No one ran away screaming, and I had a nice chat with an older lady in the birdseed aisle, so I felt pretty positive about the whole ordeal. I think this might be my default lazy Sunday look.
On the flip side, I am going to try to paint my fingernails once a week. I’ve recently been forced to stop biting them because of my wisdom tooth ordeal, and I really dig how long they are. Painting them makes them taste funny, so I’m hoping it reduces the temptation to bite once my mouth has fully healed.
I’m going to limit my snarking and shallow judgments to what I read on GoFugYourself on my lunch breaks. I am going to stop making judgey comments regarding people’s weight gain or loss. And I am going to stop judging others based on what they are wearing, even if it’s the weirdo intern with the bleach-blond rattail from the office next door that makes phone calls in our lobby. At the end of the day, someone’s size and shape, their clothes, their bleach-blonde rattail, they don’t matter. I’ve become incredibly superficial recently, and it’s gross. I’m better than that, and most the people I know deserve better than that.
So here’s hoping Gwyneth’s foray into eating and my adventures in deeper waters lead to a better 2013.