Don’t go checking your calendars yet, peeps. It’s still March and not January 1st. But I feel the need to get moving and one way to do that is to make some commitments out loud. Usually they are made just to my cats and the angels; however, I think spelling it out might be a good thing.
I hereby resolve to do the following:
Go to the gym 6 days a week
This is what happens when you don’t realize that the words that are coming out of your mouth might have been better off tumbling around in your head. I mentioned to Duty that the “Drag your ass for Hope” with David Cook happens in less than two months. Last year, we walked it in the pouring rain and my butt and legs hurt so much that I made a promise to myself to be in better shape for it this year. And here I am, in crappier shape and a few (thousand) pounds heavier than I was before. That sucks. What did I say out loud? “I wonder if doing the treadmill every day would actually make a dent in things for me.” Yeah. Don’t let those words come out of the thought bubble. Now damn Duty has challenged me to do just that. Feh. I did go today, though. Cousin O’Cool suggested the “Couch to 5K” program and while I probably won’t be running, at the very least it will give me incentive and a goal to work toward.
Post once weekly to Practically Intuitive
Not surprisingly, I am completely disengaged with my job. It’s easy work but I am increasingly annoyed with people bugging me and the stupid shit I have to do. It’s so not fulfilling in the way that I want. What does do that for me? Doing readings, coaching, and generally, spending time in that higher vibration. If I’m annoyed at what I am doing, then it is up to me to create what I DO want and move into that. The only way to do it is to DO IT. So, I’m committing to writing one post a week on PI and getting some energy going over there.
I’m only giving myself two because I tend to make a big list, get overwhelmed and accomplish nothing. This time, just these two for now. I gotta get moving. I realized that I was sitting in a pit of loneliness which usually makes me feel worse about things and it’s not until I came out of that pit did I even realize how immersed I was.
