I’ve been thinking a lot about all the New Years Resolutions that everyone will be making at midnight tonight. Get skinny, (I’m sorry, healthy), get organized, be more present, enjoy life, travel. Blah blah. New year, new me. That’s what they’ll all say. But screw that. I like me. I like the 2016 me. And the me in 2015. You know, I really liked the 2010 me because she was a skinny bitch but I’ll get over it.
Tonight, it’s new year, old me.
Who needs all that pressure of lists and resolutions anyways? Face it, if you wanted to be a size 4 again, crap, I mean “healthier”, you wouldn’t need to wait until New Year’s Day to start. You would have put down the double cheeseburger you ate last week. But you didn’t. So stop trying to fool yourself. If you want to make the change, you will. When your ready. Not because 2017 made you.
I just can’t get behind making a list of lies this year. To ultimately set myself up for failure by week 2 day 4 when I’m stressed and catch myself taking the kids to chick fil a for a mid day nugget and babysitting session. Don’t act like you don’t use their ice cream and play area as babysitters. No one believes you.
Let’s face it. I am not going to give up my wine. I’m still going to pretend I don’t hear the kids shouting my name in the morning so Mike has to get up. I am still going to avoid the laundry and most household duties in general. I’ll still think McDonald French fries should be its own food group. The list goes on my friend.
But you know what? I’ll also still spend time with my kids. Lots of time. I’ll still create special memories with them even if we leave a mess in our trails. I’ll always sit down every night and recap the day with my husband. I’ll still be a mediocre chef who serves breakfast for dinner more then I would like to admit but always make sure there’s a fruit and vegetable on my kids plates. The things that are great about me and the things maybe not so much just make me who I am. And I’m not looking to change. I am going into 2017 the same girl as I am when 2016 ends at midnight.
So my resolution list isn’t happening. And let’s face it. It would probably get lost somewhere in the bottom of my bag or under the car seat with last weeks grocery list and the list of very important phone calls I had to make and misplaced. And I’m ok with that. I’m ok with being a disorganized mess. I thrive in chaos. I live for it. I’ll live with the extra weight because I love food too much to get rid of it. No sense in losing the weight to be a skinny and miserable. I want to stay the same me. The goofy one who takes selfies with the animals on the carousel. The one who can laugh at herself and doesn’t let much bring her down. Because I’m happy. Like really, really happy. And I don’t want to change a thing.
So you decide what you want to do at midnight. If you choose to make a list of resolutions I’ll support you. Go for it. Make those big changes. I hope you succeed. Really, I do. And if you don’t? If you fail miserably? Don’t worry, we all already love you just the way you are.
I wish you all the happiest of New Years. I have a feeling 2017 is going to be incredible.