I’ve been doing this for a year, and while I’ve made what I consider to be impressive changes to my life, there’s a lot more I want to do, aside from losing my moobs:

You might not notice this, as my entire readership includes my friends, and one way too nice lady on Facebook, but it’s pretty much impossible to start from the beginning of the blog right now. I gotta fix that. Which means I drink and crawl through Google documents for like, a day, correcting links for the first six months of the blog. 

 

It’s not fun to read, I always end up embarrassed about it and it’s really starting to cut into my clumsy attempts to be clever. Self-loathing isn’t anything new or unique, and I really need to keep it off of this blog. I can’t promise I won’t sometimes admit “this sucks” or “it’s kind of hard to see myself getting to a place where I feel successful,” but, for god sakes, shut the fuck up, me.

 

Yeah, it’s time. Starting next week. I’m going to start jogging, running, walking with conviction, whatever you want to call it. I’m firmly in the camp that it’s socially unacceptable for fat people to run in public during peak times so I’m aiming for a late night/early morning window. This shouldn’t be much of a problem as I’m certifiably an insomniac at this point, and am getting rather frustrated seeing the sun come up on a regular basis. A year ago, I couldn’t really jog because my knees would scream in pain after 100 feet. As this is no longer an issue, I’m actually really excited to see how well I do with being aggressively ambulatory.

 

So there you have it. They might seem a little short-sighted, but these are my goals for the next year. Thanks!