Resolutions just aren't my thing. I'm weak in willpower and shatter resolutions almost the same day I make them. Sure, there's a lot of things I'd like to change and goals I'd like to meet. But calling them "a resolution" doesn't make me more inclined to do anything about it.
My husband and I are enrolling in a weight loss/martial arts combo class starting next week. We'll be attending four days a week for a few months in the hopes of getting in better shape. Since camping season has ended I've gained ten pounds. I saw pictures of myself recently and about cried. I don't hold myself to model standards but want to be able to be happy with the way I feel. Honestly, if my husband wasn't attending the new workout classes with me I'd think of every excuse in the book not to go. But hey, I can't have him looking all buff while I'm still lollygagging around with two stacked muffin tops riding on my abdomen.