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Reflections on 2010 (Boys, Running, and Chocolate)

Dec 31, 2010

Today is the last day of 2010, and therefore I must reflect. And make New Year's resolutions.

2010's resolutions were as follows:

1) Buy more Aveda products, they rock! I did buy more Aveda products, and I also found out they will give you free hand, back, and neck massages when you do. Hell-O! Kind to the environment and my tired muscles? Plus their tea is the best ever. And many of my purchases contribute to charities. Don't know how you get more win-win that that.

2) Flatten stomach so I don't have to starve myself before an event. Well that didn't quite happen. I actually got down to close to what I was before the doughnut fatness, but after I sprained my ankle this summer I stopped exercising altogether. I knew I was getting squishy, but I still came close to tears the last time I stood on the scale at the doc's office. A week later, when I had to pray during a wedding ceremony, I decided the extra weight was okay. I wore a conservative Banana Republic dress but still looked very Christina Hendricks in it.

Tasteful cleavage, right?
“It's not fair to do that to the boys,” my mother told me when I tried it on for her.
“Mother, I'm almost 30 years old,” I reasoned. “If they can't handle it by now then it's their problem for not stepping up to the plate to try to get a piece of it. Besides, you gave me this tasteful cleavage.”
Then I turned around and shot her scandalous look.
“Not to mention my luscious...”
“Oh no, I didn't give you that thing. I don't know where that came from.”
She made me wear a cardigan she'd preemptively bought anyway. And my cardigan got more compliments than my dress.
You've got. To be kidding me.
The point is, I tried to get a flat stomach, and maybe it's just never going to happen. I'm officially into womanhood, birthing hips be damned, and I've learned to just throw those Victoria's Secret catalogs in the trash instead of thinking I might purchase something and end up hating my body instead. However, exercise is a good thing, and I got back to the gym last weekend. I decided not to wait till the new year. Whether I lose poundage or not, it sure does make me feel better, and that matters most. So I resolve to keep it up and not have unrealistic expectations when it comes to my body.
3) Develop a cache of zingy comebacks for jerky boys.  I may never be good at this.  I am too honest with too little sass and when I do lose my temper I'm all over the place and usually just start crying out of frustration.  So maybe that's just not my thing.  But I did learn this year that I will always be true to myself.  When a relationship with a doctor got too much about what the guy wanted in a wife and not enough about what I could offer in a fledgling relationship, I told him that it was over and didn't look back.  Same with Cute Boy -- he wanted to quit his job and travel (and wanted me to do the same and focus on my writing) -- so I told him I wasn't the girl for him, ate a lot of Co Co. Sala, and got on with my life.  The Man Search will probably continue until I find Mr. Maybe, but I sure as heck am not going to settle.  And if I need a zingy comeback then the boy isn't worth my time anyway.  Besides, that's what I have The Roomie for (think Suzanne and Julia Sugarbaker).
4) Brush up on Spanish.  You never know when you'll need it!  I don't think that was a resolution so much as a suggestion to myself.  Maybe next year. 
5) EAT MORE CHOCOLATE!  Absolutely.  This summer I gained the Foursquare mayorship at Co Co. Sala and haven't given it up.  They recently opened a chocolate boutique, which means I have more reasons to visit.  AND I found out this year that I'm no longer allergic to strawberries, and it turns out chocolate covered ones are diviiiiiiiiiiiiine.  Don't think I'll have a problem keeping up this goal in 2011.
So I guess I did okay in 2010.  Next year I mostly want to focus on getting in shape, getting back into running, and getting a t-shirt from some kind of race.  My cousin Stacie started similarly a couple of years ago due to a bet with some friends -- whoever lost the most BMI by the end of the year would get a plane ticket to Colorado for a ski trip.  What she found out was she could do more than lose BMI -- she could run 5Ks, 10-milers, and eventually a marathon.  Now she's training for Iron Man next year.  With DC being named the fittest city in the nation this year, perhaps I'm jumping on the bandwagon because it's trendy.  But Stacie proved to me that a fleeting thought can turn into a lifestyle, and I intend to follow her example.

And you people get to hold me accountable.  :)

Happy New Year!


  1. I fully support tasteful cleavage!

    Hope you're getting back on the chocolate wagon soon, after the tweets I saw yesterday! Running can wait. ;)