Driving past a health club yesterday, I noticed that the car park was packed. Further observation caused me to see that the place was a real beehive of activity. It was clearly the place to be.
I joined a health club once. I was about 22 years old and wanted to be tiger keeper, and I think that's all I really want to say on the matter.
At 33, I've learnt a few things about myself. One of them is that health clubs are not for me. Not even spending money on a gym membership can guilt me into exercising. Which is why I am not making a New Years resolution to 'get fit' or 'lose weight'.
Oh no. You only make that sort of mistake once.
Instead, I have resolved to do some other things.
Oh?
Yes, yes I have.
1. To look after myself better.
This includes but is not exclusive to eating healthier and being more active. If I should become fitter or lose some weight while I am looking after myself better, then those outcomes will merely be by products. If I don't lose weight or become fitter, then that's no biggy.
No, really. I'm not just saying that.
Oh shut up. These are my resolutions, therefore, my rules.
2. Be kinder and more generous of spirit.
Perhaps these are exclusive of each other, but I'll lump them together here as in my mind, they are not frequently exclusive of each other. This resolution is one I am hoping will manifest spiritually more than anything else. I am genuinely tired of being cynical, and that cynicism lending itself to me being too insular. Insular me dwells far too much on negatives; other peoples and my own. I'd really like to open myself up for some positivity.
God save anyone who takes advantage of this, though. Yes, that means you.
3. Be more organised.
I'm OK, as far as turning up to appointments and knowing what day it is, etc. But I'd love to be the kind of person who actually remembers other peoples birthdays, and sends a card. The person who plans buy gifts weeks before the event, not days. As half my family and loved ones live about as far away as physically possible, this resolution is going to take some effort as I am a genuine procrastinator.
I've already failed this one, though. It's my nieces first birthday on the 8th (my only niece. It's not even like I can say I have too many of them) and I have failed to send giftage in time. I will send some, as not doing so is classified as totally shit, and I don't want to be totally shit this year.
4. To try and write something. All the way through. Like, finish it.
Promise not to laugh?
Promise?
I'm going to write some fan fiction. And that's all I'm going to say about it. Well, I might say that it isn't going to be Doctor Who fan fiction. (as an aside, what the hell were they thinking?! No, not overly impressed with the choice of new Doctor, but then I was dubious about Tennant, after falling head over heals for Eccleston. But look at how that played out...)
5. Blog more.
Where some people are falling away from blogging, I'm feeling the urge to open up. Something akin to the good ol' days, but with more class.
How am I going so far with my resolutions, it being the forth day of the year and all? Well, I've never really let the year start (in my head) until after my birthday anyway. No point to not being able to have cake on the one day a year you're not supposed to feel bad about it. Today, though, I've eaten very well. Fruit, veg; the whole shebang.
And this is a blog post, so that's number five well on the way.
All I need to do now is write up a 'to do' list and crack on, really, making sure that 'writing something' is on the same said list, and that it gets struck off.
you're gonna burn, you're gonna burn....
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I noticed, about halfway round my run this evening and some nine days after
Bonfire Night, that the big charity bonfire in Wilford was finally out. It
was...
2 hours ago

3 comments:
This is a great list. I like your attitude towards a healthier life without pressuring yourself to look a certain way. All those people you saw at the gym? By the end of the week, half of them will stop going. By the end of the month, it will have slowed to a trickle once more.
It's that whole New Year's Resolution thing. *G*
Your account of gym membership is sage stuff. Here, I'll not mention the 'close friend' who spent £500 on gym membership, then a couple of months later 'had to' shell out a further £250 on sessions with a personal trainer in order to bully her into attending that same gym.
Got to say that my reaction to the new Doctor was a bit 'No! Not another BBC public school boy... Och!'. But I think he'll prove to be a dashing, dynamic Doctor - which I guess is what auntie was after.
I wish you well with the fan fiction.
I once realised I was paying £55 a month to my local gym "to take Maddie swimming once a fortnight". Not the wisest use of resources.
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