And so begins the heinous month that is January. Woof. It took an awful lot of strength and courage for me to get out of bed this morning given what today is, you know the start of my “new life.” I have about 57 resolutions I’m supposed to bring into play today. I’ve got big expectations for myself this year. Although, I was realistic enough and knew damn well nothing good would come from January 1st given the countrywide hangover that I was participating in, perhaps even leading. I thought about starting January 2nd, but I was far too food –hungover from January 1st to do anything productive besides lay on the couch ALL day and browse Facebook for 17 hours reading about all of the Husker hate (if the game gets you that upset, don’t watch it. Just a thought.) However I will note, for every one negative Husker post I read I managed to stumble across one very positive quote from someone regarding “embracing the new year and new beginnings and the past is in the past and love all and the future is bright and blah blah blah.” So you know what I did? I wrote down all of these people’s names and copied their quotes into my rainy day file so someday in the future (probably next week) when these same people post that annoying shit like “why is life so unfair” and “why do I even bother trusting people” I am just going to give them a friendly little reminder of their uplifting quote from the week before. Good idea? No… Okay well that brings me into one of my resolutions: Cut back on my FB creeping. I’m serious about this one. I’m giving myself only 20 minutes a night and that’s it. This includes photo album creeping, self taken profile picture judging, reading threads under completely ridiculous statuses from my favorite Fb Girls about their cutesy daily mundane activities and unrequested life advice about everything. I’m cutting it off. I have more important things to concentrate on now. Like the Bachelor? Jk. Or maybe not, can’t decide yet…
Other resolutions: Get in shape, Chris and I are setting up a gym in our living room. We are going to have family workouts once a week just like the Tanners did until Dj over exhausted herself. Stupid Cathy Santoni. We are also going to try to eat better. i.e. lay off the chicken wings, frozen pizza and Cheez-Its. It’s going to be hard, because all of that food is oh so delicious, but we’re really going to try and eat healthy shit like chicken and spinach and “steak and potatoes” as Chris put it, because every great diet starts with potatoes... I’m really hoping to be able to post some abs pics within the next month with the caption “been working out… what do ya think?” And then please make sure to comment (it helps my self esteem.)
As I mentioned above, January is a pretty tough month for me. I suffer from SAD and WUD syndrome quite intensely. The freezing temperatures, high heating bills, nasty skin, dry hair, intense desire to eat carbs 24/7, the fact that Christmas is eleven months away… And it really doesn’t improve in February, either. So I’ve got a tough road ahead of me. But you know what? January is hard, but I’m harder. So what do I do in times of need? I write letters. Chelsea Handler, Mark Zuckerberg, every producer I could find with a listed address, Arnold Schwarzenegger (which I now understand why he never responded back in 1993 on account of the fact he was banging Lucy “I not a Mexican!” the Clueless maid) It’s a weird coping mechanism, I know this. But it’s better than turning to heroine or Molly I suppose.
So in lieu of doing hard drugs in 2012, I am going to make it one of my resolution’s to try to write a new letter every single day. I think this whole writing letters thing will be a great way to build and maintain relationships, keep me writing consistently, and also distract me from the shittyness that is January. I’m not putting any restrictions on this. I can write to whomever or whatever I choose for the day. As long as I do it every single day. I’m going to call it something original like “Letters From Me.” LFM. It’s just a simple challenge for myself to see if I can actually stay dedicated to doing something on a daily basis, like when Amy Adams cooked a new recipe every day from Julia Stiles cookbook. Or was it Julia Child’s? Or did she just respond to letters from Juliet? No idea. Regardless, I’m going to give it a try.
First letter, appropriately enough, is for 2011.
