Resolute
See, I can’t even honor my pledge to keep this blog updated every day; how the hell am I supposed to come up with a whole bunch of New Year’s resolutions?
Resolutions are for losers anyway. I mean, if you have to wait for the first day of a new year to start something good in your life, what’s the point? Mondays are good starting points, too, but I don’t see a lot of people making Monday resolutions.
Yeah, I can do better. We all can. At least I know the areas I need to work on. And I will be resolute to work on them in 2006 (like I worked on them for the last few years).
I’m fat. I’m like 50 pounds over where I’d like to be and 30 where I need to be (and wher ethe wife thinks I should be). I don’t need to make a resolution to lose weight. I just need to hunker down and do it.
I know how to eat right. I know how to eat well. I just need to put it into practice. Eat at least five times a day, and healthy, too (no processed shit). Try to eat small meals every two hours or so. Good stuff, complex carbohydrates, low-fat proteins and good fats (yes, fat is good – you need it _ but not all at once like a Big Mac). Drink a gallon of water a day (pee clear, pee often is my mantra) and move your ass. There are no diet pills or potions that will melt fat. The only way you’re going to melt that sizable ass of yours (and mine, too) is to move.
But you won’t see me at the gym with all the other dopes who made New Year’s resolutions to lose weight. Well, maybe you will _ to catch a shower on the way from working out and going to work. I live in an area that is blessed with outdoor activities in spades. I’m going to hike my ass off, mountain bike and paddle that ass down. I’d like to think once summer hits _ and the temperature here rises past 100 _ I can get into a swimsuit and not be self-conscious.
I also know I have to be a better husband and father. I’m good, yeah, but I can be better. I don’t tell my wife enough that I love her. I show her every day, but she’s one that likes to hear me say the words. Pretty fucking simple, right?
I need to hug my kids every day (OK, the 14-year-old boy will flinch, but that’s his problem). I need to make sure that the role model I’ve become continues to be a good one. I want them to follow in my footsteps (Sure, I’m confident enough to know that I’m following a good path that they can too) and do great things. I also know that if they don’t go to college than that’s OK too. Some people aren’t meant for that path _ and they need to know that. I want them to travel and see the world _ like I have _ and be whomever they want to be.
I need to be better at my job. I’m good (confident again). But I can be better. And I need to stop walking into the office with a permanent scowl on my face (it scares the natives).
Most of all, I have to reduce my stress level by at least 75 percent (which will, in turn, make me a better husband, better father, better person at work and will allow me to shake off the 30 pounds clinging to my belly).If I don’t relive the stress, I’m going to be a fat, scowling jerk who has few friends, a seriously screwed up sex life and kids who hate my guts. And that is where I am resolute.
Resolutions are for losers anyway. I mean, if you have to wait for the first day of a new year to start something good in your life, what’s the point? Mondays are good starting points, too, but I don’t see a lot of people making Monday resolutions.
Yeah, I can do better. We all can. At least I know the areas I need to work on. And I will be resolute to work on them in 2006 (like I worked on them for the last few years).
I’m fat. I’m like 50 pounds over where I’d like to be and 30 where I need to be (and wher ethe wife thinks I should be). I don’t need to make a resolution to lose weight. I just need to hunker down and do it.
I know how to eat right. I know how to eat well. I just need to put it into practice. Eat at least five times a day, and healthy, too (no processed shit). Try to eat small meals every two hours or so. Good stuff, complex carbohydrates, low-fat proteins and good fats (yes, fat is good – you need it _ but not all at once like a Big Mac). Drink a gallon of water a day (pee clear, pee often is my mantra) and move your ass. There are no diet pills or potions that will melt fat. The only way you’re going to melt that sizable ass of yours (and mine, too) is to move.
But you won’t see me at the gym with all the other dopes who made New Year’s resolutions to lose weight. Well, maybe you will _ to catch a shower on the way from working out and going to work. I live in an area that is blessed with outdoor activities in spades. I’m going to hike my ass off, mountain bike and paddle that ass down. I’d like to think once summer hits _ and the temperature here rises past 100 _ I can get into a swimsuit and not be self-conscious.
I also know I have to be a better husband and father. I’m good, yeah, but I can be better. I don’t tell my wife enough that I love her. I show her every day, but she’s one that likes to hear me say the words. Pretty fucking simple, right?
I need to hug my kids every day (OK, the 14-year-old boy will flinch, but that’s his problem). I need to make sure that the role model I’ve become continues to be a good one. I want them to follow in my footsteps (Sure, I’m confident enough to know that I’m following a good path that they can too) and do great things. I also know that if they don’t go to college than that’s OK too. Some people aren’t meant for that path _ and they need to know that. I want them to travel and see the world _ like I have _ and be whomever they want to be.
I need to be better at my job. I’m good (confident again). But I can be better. And I need to stop walking into the office with a permanent scowl on my face (it scares the natives).
Most of all, I have to reduce my stress level by at least 75 percent (which will, in turn, make me a better husband, better father, better person at work and will allow me to shake off the 30 pounds clinging to my belly).If I don’t relive the stress, I’m going to be a fat, scowling jerk who has few friends, a seriously screwed up sex life and kids who hate my guts. And that is where I am resolute.
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