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Bittersweet
Since it’s the last day of August, and fall is fast approaching, I’ve been reevaluating a lot of my goals. What better time to start fresh than what’s the beginning of the school year for many? And I guess I like starting fresh a lot. Anyway, along with new goals usually comes a little introspection, so here’s what I was thinking about this week. Be back soon with some new goals for fall and healthy autumn things I’m excited about!
It’s funny, I’ve never been a dramatic person. Growing up, I had plenty of friends, but I always kind of just naturally stayed out of trouble and just… out of the way. Arguments with friends (rather small ones, by the way) were resolved quickly and anticlimactically, breakups were painless enough and always seemed to be on friendly terms, and my parents had it relatively easy seeing how I never went through that whole ‘teen angst’ phase. I was never the friend with the story, and besides when I was on stage singing, I wasn’t the center of attention, and I was just fine with that. It wasn’t that I never had any excitement, but it was just usually the good kind, and the letdowns were small or kept to myself. The decisions I made — good or bad (but mostly good, because I was, as I like to say, annoyingly well-behaved) — didn’t impact too many people, left me with no sworn enemies, and never made me wonder if my friends would have my back. I even lived in a sorority house with 71 other women, escaping with minimal drama. The biggest issue I had was one sister sending out a house email about the loofah left in the shower (really?) that just happened to be mine, which I don’t think she expected because when I fessed up immediately (uh, it was an accident?) she stopped her tirade on the spot. No, really. A house full of Greek estrogen, and the worst problem I had was that someone made fun of my sponge. Clearly, I wasn’t vying for the drama queen title.
But recently, in the last year or so, I’ve gotten a little more…dramatic. And I don’t mean that I’m just emoting more (ask my sister — I’ve been doing that my entire life). I mean that I feel I’ve been stirring things up and making decisions that I knew would lead to drama because I was craving something. Excitement? Attention? To break free from the nice girl stigma once and for all? I’m not sure whether I was trying to make up for lost time by choosing the paths that would potentially harm me or those around me (don’t worry, I didn’t do anything that bad), but it definitely affected how I was thinking and acting. Romances coming to a close seemed to cut a little deeper, I started noticing more problems in my friendships, and my parents, unfortunately, suffered some of the backlash of me trying to navigate life as an unwilling participant in adulthood. (Sorry, Mom and Dad! Thought you got lucky on that one, huh?)
I didn’t know what was going on. Until… suddenly, as drama-averse as I’ve been my whole life, I got it. I understood why some folks thrive on being in the thick of it and always having someone or something you feel you’re up against. It’s almost as if it’s a high you’re chasing, always looking for the next story or the next little spark to get you through to the next day. It’s a fear of being bored, or maybe, of being boring. Is that was I was rebelling against or running from?
But the thing is, I didn’t have, nor do I want to have, the resources to keep going after it, to keep hunting down that high. I realized that staying up there for so long only leads to a near-fatal crash, so recently, I chose to face the drama, let myself down right then and there, and just hope for a softer landing that might break an arm, but still leave me standing. (So… maybe I need to work on my metaphors.) Anyway, it sucked. For a few days there, the prospect of letting things go and letting myself just be, well, myself — boring Saturday nights on the couch and all — while working on me, was kind of daunting. The thought of facing myself and my goals and the work I need to do to become the person I want to be is more than slightly overwhelming. But I keep reminding myself that I don’t really just want to be the girl with the story — or at least not the kind of stories I was telling. I want to be interesting because of me, plain and simple. I’m over being Jersey Shore, and I’m ready to be OK with being a PBS documentary. At least then I’d be educational, and not in a cautionary tale sort of way.
Because like I said, I’ve never had a penchant for drama.
I have, however, always have a thing for sugar. Which, funny enough, is not entirely unrelated to drama. (You know this is a health blog, did you not expect me to tie it in somehow?) If you think about it, the two have a lot in common. Both are addictive but definitely not necessary. Both boost you up, get you buzzing — at least temporarily — and crash you down. HARD. Both make you lose yourself a bit in the moment, and after, you’re left wondering what just happened, and why you went that far. Both affect your moods and can even make you act a bit irrationally. Both trigger intense cravings for more of the same. Both, until you quit, always make you feel like you need more to keep you going. And after both, you never really like yourself as much when all is said and done.
So what am I doing now? What am I getting at by comparing sugar and drama? What am I changing now that I’ve opined at length about how both have had a negative impact on my life? Besides the fact that both can have detrimental effects on your physical and mental wellbeing, both are hard to just give up. I would love to say I’m planning to make a clean break and cut myself off completely from both, and I challenge you all to join me.
But… I also know that I’m human and that, if you ask, I can give you countless examples of how I respond when I make too many drastic changes at once. I think since I’ve had a whole lot less drama in my life, that one will be easier to cut. I don’t really have too many positive associations tied to it, and I’m pretty sure I was over it before it even began. But the sugar? It’s much more of an addiction, with many more positive feelings attached to it, and that one will be a fight. One worth the battle, absolutely, but a fight nonetheless. Ultimately, though? I can see myself doing without both, and I plan on working hard at getting rid of both temptations. And maybe I’ll do a little ‘life detox’ of sorts. I don’t know yet, but I’ll keep you posted. Fresh start for fall, anyone?
Getting Reacquainted and a Week Without Dairy
Oh, hey… I know you, don’t I? I mean… you look preeeettty familiar.
Oh, that’s right! I used to write here, and you would sometimes read and comment on something insightful or awkward I said surrounding fitness. And then… I just stopped. No need for apologies, though, right? Everyone loses touch every now and then. The summer apparently got all kinds of busy for me, and honestly, after picking up about eight new classes to teach, barring work, I just couldn’t talk about health and fitness any more than I already did. But, really, I love what I do, and I can’t complain, and now I’m ready to rekindle this Internet relationship we had. I’ve really missed you terribly.
So now that we’ve exchanged our pleasantries, I want to get down to business. I’m starting a new challenge for myself and anyone who wants to join. Remember wayyyyyy back when, when I was doing the ‘Week Without’ series? Like this one, and this one, and THIS ONE (thought I was going to die, and despite knowing exactly what ‘literally’ means, I’m still using it for this case). Well, I’m trying a new one: dairy. Now, before anyone gets up in arms about this, please realize that I don’t think dairy is the devil. I looooove me some dairy, especially Greek yogurt and half & half in my coffee, and I think it’s a great source of protein, fat, and calcium. However, a few months ago, I was following an eating plan that was a little bit stricter than my usual, and I actually felt great. Among many other things, the menu didn’t include dairy. Now that I’ve relaxed my eating a little, I’ve added Greek yogurt and a little milk back into my life. I still feel good, but I really can’t help but wonder if I wouldn’t feel just a little bit better if I tried to cut it back out for a bit.
So as an experiment of sorts, starting today, I’m not consuming dairy for seven days. The exception will be my protein shake or Shakeology, since they both have whey protein (dairy-derived) in them, because sometimes I’m crazy busy, and this is super easy to pack. And I don’t do soy protein because of the phytoestrogens or rice/hemp protein because it makes me gag, so no, there’s not a substitute. Either way, that means no Greek yogurt (goodbye, Fage 2%!), no milk in the coffee, and no cottage cheese. I don’t anticipate this being tremendously difficult, but I am curious about the effects it will have on my energy levels and how my body feels. If you want to join in, let me know, and I’ll report my results back next week!
Have you ever cut dairy? Did you notice any changes — positive or negative? Are you a non-dairy person to begin with? Spill!
2×13
Sometimes I still act 13. Not 26.
But…that seems to be changing more and more every single day.
It’s not that I’m getting more mature or losing my silly/awkward/naive streak, but I’m just feeling more like an adult should feel — at least in my opinion. I’ve pulled my life together and can very well take care of myself. I’ve got money in the bank, I can handle a crisis rather calmly (usually), and I’ve got a good idea of what I like and what I don’t, what I want out of life, and what I definitely do not.
And today, although I kept forgetting until people would remind me, I turn 26. I don’t have any special plans, and I don’t really intend on making any. Not because I am dreading getting older — quite the contrary — but because I’m more excited about the year ahead than this one day in and of itself.
Year 25? Was an up and down year for me, but I learned a lot, and I know that 26 will be just…beyond. This past year I made plans for what I truly want to do with my future, I found a training job that actually allowed me to start calling fitness my career, I fell in love and in lust (and then back out of both), I learned to trust my first instinct, I met new people that I am thrilled to call my friends, I moved, and I just decided to live life on my own terms. I became a little less afraid to be and trust and love myself — for better or for worse.
I hope all of those things — and more — happen again this year. So in honor of what I’ve done in my previous 25 years and what I want to do in this coming year, here’s my list for 26:
Write a song: For those of you who think I’m just a gym rat, I’ve actually been a performer for a good chunk of my life. Now I’d just like to have some of my own material.
Fall in love: Self explanatory.
Work (mostly) for myself: I honestly don’t mind having a job in which I answer to someone else. But do I want to do this ALL the time? Not quite. And I know that with what I do, and the ideas I have, I could run my own business. So I’d like to try!
Travel: There are so many places I’ve been wanting to see for years! So hopefully I can check a few European countries off the list as well as some incredible US cities in which my close friends and family reside. Here’s to racking up some frequent flyer miles!
Go back to school: I love training, but I’d like to take it one step further and make a little more of a difference in health and fitness. Updates to come.
Move to a new city: This is semi-related to the school thing, but in this next year, Chicago and I need to split for a bit. I love this city, but it was never my original plan to end up here, and I think I owe it to myself to go after my dream. I’m thinking of heading east. But again… more on that later.
Develop my personal style, but with a little more polish: On a completely superficial note, I like my style as it is, but at the same time, the hippie chick/trainer girl look is getting a little tired, even for me. This doesn’t mean I’m going to actually dry my hair too much more or put on loads of makeup or spend a lot of dinero, but I think with a few small tweaks, I can change the way I see my style.
Learn to live in the moment: I need to slow down and appreciate here and now, so I’m going to figure out the best way for me to do it, whether it be yoga or journaling or WHATEVER. If it works for me, I’m going to go with it.
Compete in a figure competition: Did you think I had forgotten about this one? Nope. Still going to do it. Now that I’ve figured out how my body works (it doesn’t necessarily love carbs, sigh), I’m ready. October might not happen (as hard as that is for me to admit), but it will happen in this 26th year of life. No matter when or where I am.
Focus on maintaining my relationships: I have some amazing people in my life, I really do. Unfortunately, during the rough and tumble three years of figuring myself out while in Chicago, I haven’t been amazing at keeping in touch with all of them as well as I should. So I’m going to work on that. I want to know about them (and about you!). As (my idol) Jane Fonda quipped while giving life advice, “It’s more important to be interested than to be interesting.” Amen, sister.
Oh, and I plan on remembering to act 13 every now and then.
An Egg-cellent Weekend
Yeah, the title. I know. But it’s Monday morning. Cut me a little slack.
How was your weekend? If you celebrate it, how was your Easter? My parents were in town from Michigan, and we packed quite a bit in during their short stay. We walked a lot, shopped a little, took in a show at Second City (so hilarious!), went to Easter mass, and headed to Grand Luxe for Easter brunch. It was a busy weekend, but honestly? I didn’t have a hard time sticking to my exercise and food plan at all. I’ve been getting more serious about the figure competition this fall, and staying on track just took a few tweaks. I’ve been seeing everyone’s Facebook statuses and Twitter updates about how they overindulged this weekend and need to get back on the wagon today, and…I guess I just don’t really feel like that.
I’m certainly not trying to sound self-righteous here, because there are holidays where I just go ahead and go all out, but Easter isn’t necessarily one of them for me. I’ve certainly had some nasty run-ins with the goodies the big bunny has left me, but that’s not always the case. Besides jelly beans and Cadbury eggs, there aren’t any certain foods I associate with the holiday. And even those aren’t must-haves for me on Easter Sunday, like sweet potatoes are on Thanksgiving or peppermint bark is on Christmas (can you tell I’m a sweets girl?). So this past Sunday, how did I handle myself? I told my mom not to get me any candy for an Easter basket (she got me a Starbucks card and Body Shop goodies instead), I stocked up on healthy groceries, and my big indulgence was a veggie-filled egg white omelet at brunch (more of an indulgence because I didn’t have to make it myself!). Plus, Grand Luxe was super accommodating, and when I asked for a side of veggies instead of hash browns, they practically gave me a whole head of broccoli!
Anyway, I may not be an Easter food person, but maybe you are? Was Easter your day to indulge? What was your must-eat food? Or was it just another day of eating for you? If Easter isn’t your food holiday, which one is? Spill!
Wednesday Workout Tip: Take a Break
I know this might not sound like my usual advice, but if you’re really feeling burnt out or apathetic about your workouts, then take a break. Sometimes you just need some time away from your routine to get excited about it again. If you keep trying to get back in the swing of things without switching it up, you’re going to start pushing less in those workouts, which means fewer results.
With that said, I don’t mean take a break from working out entirely. Please, do you know me?
What I’m saying is that when you start to absolutely dread that workout you’ve been doing over and over again for months, it might be time to make a change. And by change, I mean a challenging alternative that will get you excited to work out again. For example, I’ve been doing almost the exact same strength workout for about 3 months. While I love it (I really do…lifting heavy is the newest object of my affection), a few weeks ago I was feeling like I was dragging through every workout. I even started skipping a few exercises at the end of my routines because I was so BORED. (OK, really it was just dumbbell flyes because I hate them and they were starting to hurt my shoulders. But still.) On top of that, I wasn’t seeing the results I was hoping to, so I was slacking on other habits as well. Things just weren’t going well, and I knew I needed to make a change before I totally threw in the towel.
Enter Crossfit. After taking a few days to just loosen my limbs with some cardio (for all of you heavy lifters out there, you won’t lose strength in a week — I promise!), I decided to use a YouSwoop I bought at the end of last year for Crossfit, partially because it expires in a few weeks, but mostly because I knew it would still be killer resistance training. I went for the first time on Friday, and I have to say that it kind of kicked my butt. I haven’t been mixing cardio in with my strength, so this was a wakeup call! However, it did make me realize how strong I’ve gotten in the last few months, since I powered through it with all of the folks who had been doing it for a while. And because the guys running it decided to sneakily add more weight to my barbell when I was doing sprints because they thought I was too strong and wanted to slow me down a little. Not nice.
Anyway, the point is that after taking a short two-week break, I’m super excited to get back to my regular training on Sunday (oh leg day, I’ve missed you!). When I was at the gym the other day, I could see the weight room, and I found myself surprisingly jealous that I wasn’t in there tossing around (OK, fine, struggling with) dumbbells, too. I’m excited about and looking forward to my regular workouts again! And I have to say I’m relieved! It’s like when you eat the same food over and over again because you love it so much, and then one day, you just don’t and you’re kind of sad because it used to be your favorite. So you find something new and unfamiliar to replace it with, only to find yourself craving your former fave a month later.
So go out and try something new! If you’re a runner, give swimming a shot. If you’re a yoga devotee, try a PiYo class. If you normally use just weight machines, try free weights or adding in some plyometrics. If you work out solo, test out some classes. The possibilities are endless!
And just for fun, here’s a Jim Carrey classic, and what I’m assuming my mom thinks will happen to me if I keep lifting heavy:
Have you ever been in a workout rut? Did you take a break or push on through? What have you done to switch up your workouts? Spill!
Old Is New: Are EDs Contagious?
Lately, I’ve been talking a lot about this figure competition. Like… A LOT. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m super excited about it, and I’ve had a lot of people who keep asking me about it, but I think I could tone it down and not be all about it for a bit, you know? I’m going to keep some of it to myself for a little while — or at least try not to go overboard and make it the focus of my entire life, even if it does require a higher level of commitment. (As far as the blog goes, I’m going to work on a separate page so that anyone interested can check that out instead of having to read it all the time here! I may still brag about my squats, though.)
So what got me thinking about this a little more? I had a conversation with one of my bosses about chatting with our members about body image and changing the way we talk about it. She knows about my blog, so I brought up a post I wrote about a year ago asking if eating disorders were contagious. At the time, I was working with a bunch of guys who all had athletic goals, but whose training and diet plans bordered on crazy. And if they would have been females, they would have had big scarlet ‘ED’s on their foreheads. Because they were male, however, they were ‘dedicated.’
Anyway, with all my talk about body love, self esteem, and the like, I didn’t want to give anyone the wrong impression that I’m changing my tune and telling everyone that they need to look or train a certain way just because I am. We all have different standards and goals, and I hope we can all learn to love what we’ve got (and keep getting healthier!), no matter what. One of the biggest reasons I wanted to do this show is because I needed something competitive in my life. I was raised an athlete, and I truly miss it — the training for this seems to fill a void and drive me forward. But another reason I chose to compete (October! Finally picked an exact date!), is because I know that I can’t slip back into old bad habits if I want to succeed in this. Are figure competitors pretty rigid in how they eat and train? Yep, but at the same time, I know that I can’t eat too little or go too cardio crazy because I’ll actually hurt my progress and lose muscle. I’ve got to plan and count, but in a sense, I’m making sure I’m not causing myself any harm.
So with conversations I’ve had lately, my own training, and an ED certification I just finished up, I’ve started thinking again about whether EDs are ‘contagious,’ or at least whether or not we health nuts are going to be a little more predisposed since we live and breathe this stuff. I want to open this topic back up to people who may not have read the post last year…what do you think? Are EDs and disordered eating catching? Have your health habits ever been influenced by those around you? Go check out the post, and whether it’s here or there…Spill! I know you’ll have some interesting things to say about this one!
Operation Self Love
I’ve decided to completely love myself.
No, really. And, not like that.
I know you might be thinking, ‘Oh, here we go on the self love and self acceptance again.’ Because I have talked about it A LOT. I know. But this time it’s a little different.
I actually came up with this idea on Valentine’s Day, but it felt a little too cliché to post two weeks ago. After spending another Feb14th with my fabulous single self, I was thinking back on an old journal entry of mine that I stumbled upon at the beginning of the year. It was titled ’25 Before 25,’ and it was all about what I wanted to accomplish in my life before I turned 25. Some things on the list were checked off and others were not. But of the ones not completed, the most disappointing was #6: ‘Love myself completely.’
Do I hate myself? Nope. Have I gotten a whole lot closer to this goal in the last few years since I wrote it? You bet. But do I still have a ways to go if I’m being honest? Yes, and it’s going to be a long road. But this time I’m excited about it.
A few years ago, when I first moved to Chicago, I started ‘Project Be Nice‘ for myself. By this I mean, I made an effort to write in a bound notebook (like the one’s you practice cursive in) every single day for 60 days, telling myself all the good things I’d done and making sure I forgave myself when I slipped up. It really did help me work through some things, but I don’t think it was everything I needed.
Here’s the thing, saying kind words to yourself when you need them is easy. It really is. You know how when a friend is hurting, it suddenly becomes the simplest thing in the world to give her a hug and tell her how beautiful she is and how much of a jerk that guy must be? And how it’s so easy for her to do the same for you? Yeah, it’s kind of like that. If something awful happens, it’s easy to tell myself that I’m full of good qualities and that I need to just cut myself some slack and be nice.
But you know what? My really close friends and my family treat me a little differently. If I actually am acting like THAT girl, they hug me, and tell me they love, but yes, I am being her, and I should probably fix that. ASAP. If I screwed up at work, they’ll tell me that they know I work hard, but this time? I messed up. So instead of just being nice to myself this go around, I’m going to care about myself enough to use a little tough love too. I’m nice to people I don’t know all that well. Heck, I can even be nice to people I pretty much ignore. But those closest with me? I tell the truth, even if it isn’t always what they want to hear, but it’s done out of love.
So what does all of this tough love entail in my case? I am going to love myself right where I am, but that doesn’t mean I can’t push for improvements. I’m going to praise myself when I get all of those items on the to-do list done, but when I don’t, I’m going to be frank with myself and point out ways I could have maybe been a little more productive with my time (reading every blog on my blog roll and Googling last night’s Oscar winners maybe wasn’t that important). If I see a bad picture of myself while I’m going through Facebook (again, probably not productive), I’m going to remind myself that while yes, my eyes do look lovely in that picture (hey, I can be a little nice to myself in the process!), I probably haven’t been doing everything that I told myself I would. And same goes with skipping training. Yes, I do believe in listening to my body, but half the time when I say I feel burnt out, I’m really just a little tired and could easily push through. I need to remind myself of that.
So guess what? The excuses my family or best friends would raise an eyebrow at — or the ones I would give them a ‘really, now?’ for — aren’t going to work anymore. It’s not because I want to pick myself apart, but because I want to make myself the best that I can be in all areas of my life. And the other part of this is that I’m going to get the love I need from ME, not from an outside source, especially not one of the male persuasion. I’m not getting all man-hater on you, but I think I’ve being going about self love the wrong way. For years I’ve said, ‘If you can’t love yourself, it’s going to be pretty hard for someone else to,’ thinking that once me, myself, and I were on good terms, Prince Charming would come along and we’d live happily ever after. But now I know that loving myself has merit on its own — not because it’s a means to an end. I want to love myself just to love myself, not to make someone else love me too. That, my friends, is just going to happen when it’s supposed to.
I’m writing in another Penway composition notebook every day to keep tabs on how Operation Self Love is going. So far, so good, but we’re only about two weeks in. I’ll let you know. But what do you think? Does self love involve a little tough love? Or, for you, is it more about self acceptance right where you are? Are you having a love affair with you? Or are you still working on it like me? How did you get there or how are you getting there? Tell me! Spill!
HG Fitness 2011 New Year Special Offer!
Happy 2011, everyone! Hope your new year is off to as good of a start as mine is! I’ve set a lot of goals that I’m excited to get started on — what about you?
A little while ago I launched HG Fitness, offering virtual training programs and accountability to those who want a little push in getting fit or changing up their routines. Well along with the new year comes a new special deal on HG Fitness! If you’re still on the fence about committing to a month-long routine, why not just set up a consultation with me to see if my services might be right for you? Oh, and did I mention that this consultation is FREE? If you’ve got any fitness goals this year — big or small — leave me a comment or shoot me an email at [hguith at gmail dot com] and we can get something set up. You let me know what your goals are and we can schedule a time to chat over the phone (like I do with my HG Fitness virtual clients) so that I can let you know how we can work together to make those goals your reality.
So what are you waiting for? Let’s chat!
On the Brink
So it’s New Year’s Eve, huh? As much as I’ve hyped this night up in past years, I’m kind of over it this year. Not in a totally jaded way, but more in ‘what will be will be’ way. You know?
I’m so ready for 2011 in so many ways. I’m ready for a fresh start. I’m not necessarily sad that 2010 is over.
Why is 2011 so exciting? I’ve got a lot of big goals, and they feel so much different than last year’s. I still have fitness goals, but I’ve got a lot of other goals that are aimed at making me a better-rounded person. So what do I want to accomplish this year? Here’s an overview for the year:
1) Own all of my decisions, opinions, and goals. I’m pretty outspoken, but sometimes I still act like my views aren’t valid or that I need to explain myself. I justify a lot instead of just stating that I’m doing something and going for it. Less explaining (unless someone asks) and more doing. I’m going to live my own life.
2) To compete in a figure competition. Yup. I want to be one of those crazies who loves being perpetually sore, gets pumped about going to the gym, and eats the exact same thing every single day — all for the end goal of being jacked (while still looking like a lady) and owning a pair of clear lucite heels. I actually already started on this one, and I am surprisingly in love with lifting the majority of the week.
3) Make my relationships and social life a priority. This might be a challenge to combine this #2, but I’ll make it work. This year was interesting as far as relationships went — and I mean all kinds of relationships. Working a lot made it hard to stay close to folks sometimes, or to be a good daughter and visit home as much as I should have, so I want to remedy those. My romantic life had its ups and downs (and there was a lot of good that I’ll never forget, so this is certainly not a sad thing), and I learned a lot about myself and about what I want, so I’m going to be up front about that the next time I date someone. Number one on the agenda for how to build and maintain relationships is accepting more social invitations instead of being lame and saying I’m tired. Because you never know who you’ll meet! I’m really taking this one to heart because I forgot how much I missed my friends and making new ones. So instead of staying in and cleaning my closet like I said I was going to do, I’m going to put on a party dress and have fun with one of my oldest friends.
4) Getting to where I want to be in my career. Whether this is striking out on my own more or building my side projects up a bit, I want to start heading in the right direction. The figure competition has a little bit to do with this, since I honestly know that if I look the part a little more, then people will take me seriously as a trainer. I know that I know my shiz, but hey, sometimes people do judge a book by its cover. I also want to continue my education (just registered for more ISSA online courses!), and to connect to my clients even more regarding their goals, strengths, and weaknesses. I know a lot of my clients really well, but I want to push them even more to achieve whatever they’re aiming for.
5) Become a better blogger and writer. Over at Hollaback Health, we all shared our blog resolutions, so if you’re super curious about mine, check it out. I just want my blog to look cleaner and I want to get organized when it comes to blogging. Not only because writing is a huge passion of mine (and the only way I’m actually using my degree), but because I’ve recently linked my business to it.
6) Get organized. I’m working on putting this into different categories (get it? GET IT?), so check back soon.
I’m going to break these down into month-by-month goals, but these are the big overarching themes of the year. While I do have a fitness goal, I’m pretty happy that I’ve got goals in a lot of other areas of my life as well. I feel like my life is on the upswing, and I’m excited about all of it, not just one small part of it.
Since we’re on the brink of the new year, I want to know: what are your goals for the year? (Or just the month if you’re working on baby steps here) Do you have any goals similar to mine? What’s the biggest area of your life you’d like to focus on? How do you plan to do it? And last, but not least, what are you doing tonight? Party dress or PJs? Both? Spill!
