I haven’t set any new Resolutions. Probably because I don’t quite believe in them. Every time I’ve set one in the past, it seemed I just another marker to forget, another rule to break. I don’t like rules.
I also don’t like scales. Since the beginning of last year, I set my mind to eating healthier and trying to exercise everyday — or at least several times a week. I’ve lost a couple of dress sizes. If I need to, I can break into a fast jaunt, jog, sprint even. And not be breathless afterward. Not once did I put my feet on a scale to measure my weight loss. I don’t like scales.
So, no.. scales and resolutions .. these are forms of personal measurement I’ve had a track record of ignoring. Over time, they “made me” feel bad about myself, so I actually did whatever I could to get rid of them . I plotted out and schemed my way out of them while they squatted in the front recesses of my mind, provoking me at every turn. “Can you really get rid of me? You’ve lost. You didn’t keep your word. Worse, you put on weight, hurt your health instead of the opposite. You failure.”
No. No resolutions.
But –this doesn’t mean I don’t set goals.
I do set goals. I let ideas stew in my mind for weeks and weeks to set goals. I immerse myself in the steps of execution to set my goals. In a way, I’m very brutal with myself as I change my thinking to set my goals. And in the end, I live the life of psyching myself out to set goals.
So far, this is worked a lot better than setting New Year’s Resolutions.