|THIS is why I don't do resolutions
||[Jan. 6th, 2008|10:19 pm]
I meant it when I said I don't make resolutions. But, a couple of people on my friend's list are doing various and sundry versions of the "101 things in 1001 days" list, and It got me thinking about what my list would look like, if I ever managed my #1 thing of "stop procrastinating" and got around to figuring out what the other 100 things would be.|
And that's all it took. I thought there might be something on the list around eating healthier, exercising, and becoming a size 8 for real, and lo and behold, I've put on six pounds.
I imagined that I'd probably have some goals around saving money, and that was enough to spark a bout of wanton consumerism (not to be confused with wonton consumerism) including - but not limited to - a new watch for Husband (as a belated Christmas present), a totally fabulous Joneswear plaid jacket, another totally fabulous Jones New York sweater, a real haircut for Middle Daughter in an actual styling salon, a ridiculously large tip for the stylist in said salon, the bribe I paid to Middle Daughter to get her to agree to cutting her hair, and not one but two (two!) pairs of clogs. Clogs. Red clogs.
It crossed my mind that I'd have a section on the list for goals related to housekeeping. The house is now the messiest it's been since before new year's. I had a vague idea about decluttering, and brought home three pictures I found in my mom's attic.
Thank goodness I didn't actually make the list!