I've been thinking a lot about New Year's resolutions. Mostly because my jeans aren't fitting quite as well as I'd like, which forces me to face the fact that, as much as I'd like to believe they've shrunk just a little too much in the dryer, I'm probably not exercising as much as I should. Or I'm eating too much. The scale, for the record, has remained steady. Which clearly indicates that I've lost muscle (which is more dense and takes up less space) and gained fat. I would just like to clarify that I am well aware that muscle does not turn into fat. Which isn't making me any happier about my jeans situation.
2009 has just been a crazy, stressful, insane year for me, and I'm looking forward to having it behind me. Don't get me wrong: I've had a great year. Too great, perhaps.
Hubby and I closed 2008 with me getting a job and finishing my MBA program.
Then, in February, we spend two wonderful weeks in Egypt.
Then we spent four months looking for and buying a house. As soon as we signed all our paperwork, and turned over the biggest check we'd ever written, we hopped on a flight to Oregon, for the first of five weddings that we attended over the summer (of the eight to which we were invited). Between weddings, we painted and moved.
Then, in September, my dad came for a week and did a ton of stuff on the house.
Then my mother and her friend came for a week, and did a bunch of other stuff for the house.
Then we had friends come and visit. (We live in San Diego! Our winters are great! Come! Escape yours!)
Then, in November, both of my in-laws came to visit (I've been living in SD for two and a half years and I've been inviting my in-laws this whole time. They both decided to come within two weeks of each other?)
Now, my mother is back for another 10 days, to watch my sister graduate from the IMBA program, and to stay through Christmas.
My first resolution for 2010? To spend more time on my couch!