As pretty much every blogger will do today I'm now sitting here with my computer posting a "New Year" blog. I'm wondering who's idea was it to start out the first day of a brand new year with a hangover? Seriously though, how is going through the day with a nasty headache, puffy eyes, and being cranky going to start my year off on the right foot? Or what prompted the tradition of kissing at the stroke of midnight...though this proves to be quite entertaining as desperate women scramble to latch on to any available man within arms length and ram her tongue down his throat. Lucky for me I had my very own partner to swap slobber with, yet another perk to married life. Now on to the whole Sha-Bang of Resolutions. ..Ahhh Resolutions. How many times have I uttered the words "this year I'm going to lose weight, be a nicer person, spend less money on shoes" Okay...at least the spending money on shoes part we have taken care of, being a nicer person..I've come to grips with the fact that I can be a total bitch and I'm okay with that. The weight loss thing, probably the number one resolution for people all across the world. It is this time of year that I would so love to create some sort of trendy diet plan to market, or be the owner of a gym and sit back and watch as folks pour money into my account as they set forth to conquer that resolution..only to slowly creep back into their bad habits by the time Valentines Day rolls around. What can I say, I'm guilty of this as well. This year though is different. I'm pissed off, at myself that is, for not taking better care of myself over the years. So instead of setting a "resolution" I'm just going to give myself an ultimatum. By the time April 18 gets here...D Day...the day I hit the 3-0 I shall have lost at least 15lbs. I haven't quite figured out how I'll punish myself if I don't reach this goal, maybe take coffee away? Though Kim with no coffee pumping through her veins is not a pleasant experience for ANYBODY. But I'm determined to do this. I'm simply tired of hearing myself bitch about how my thighs jiggle, or how much bounce I have in my booty...and the only person that can change this is me. So I will plunge forward in to 2011 with my ultimatun in order to shut myself up about my damn weight already . ......and speaking of shutting myself up....
As my wonderfully handsome observant husband just pointed out, I must correct myself about my hate towards Fritos. So to you...The makers of these salted, pungent smelling, corn crunchy snacks...I apologize for the years of nasty comments I have made about you. On December 31, 2010, I Kimberly Byars, bravely sampled your product in a bowl of homemade chili. Though, I can honestly admit, I will never "Crave" Fritos..it wasn't as vomit inducing as I remembered. Now....on to the rest of my day.
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