Something in me feels hesitant to talk about those January things like resolutions and ‘one words’. It’s not because I find them are fake or vain or forced. The oposite, really. It’s because I think that stopping, evaluating, and resolving to do something is a holy moment that holds much power, and I worry that saying it out loud for all the word to hear cheapens it. With that in mind, I want to quietly share the vision I have for myself for this year.
This is my year to finish.
I want to only start things that I have room in my life to finish.
It is time for me to flail less and actually complete things more. I am a chronic starter (ENFP FOREVAH) and it can be rough on my family. No, I cannot join that leadership team because I would probably have to step down 4 months in (been there, done that). No, I have no intention of taking on the task of catching up on baby books and no I do not feel guilty about it. Yes, we will finally paint the trim in our kitchen this year and finally declare that house project finished.
I want to finish a race every month of the year.
January through December, I made a chart of races from 5ks to half marathons in which I will participate. I have realized that I love running and I am especially motivated to do it when I have a race to look forward to. (The race environment is an extrovert’s dream.) I have also realized that having pace expectations for myself makes races stressful and removes a lot of the joy for me. For each of these races (a total of 3 5ks, 5 half marathons, 2 10ks, a 7k and a 10mi) my expectation of myself is to finish.
We want to finish our basement this year.
Because what is a year for O My Family if it doesn’t include a massive house project? Three small children in an urban house is interesting. We have enough bedrooms, but DanO and I both feel that utilizing the currently unfinished space in the basement would help our family’s lifestyle tremendously. Our vision is a simple finished space that will house our over-stuffed couch and TV – both currently in the living room – as well open space and toy storage for the kids to play. Perhaps I’m overly optimistic, but I imagine a day where the boys would play by themselves in the basement without being under foot while I’m cooking or loud while the baby is sleeping. It’s time for that space to be finished.
I want to finish the weight loss journey that I started in January of 2012.
You know, the one that was interrupted by the carrying and birthing of one sweet ODear? Right now I weigh more than I did when I started Medifast two years ago. This was my healthiest and fittest pregnancy by far (even running a half marathon at 11 weeks along) and yet the amount of weight I gained was nearly identical to my other two pregnancies during which I was not particularly active. Also, my body has held on to much more of the excess weight this time. In summary, getting older is no joke. Last time I was on medifast I lost nearly 40lbs in 7 months, then waffled for a couple months, then got pregnant. This time I want to reach my goal weight and finish strong by maintaining (the REAL hard work of weight loss). This is a whole post in and of itself. Forthcoming.