Resolution

It dawned on me last weekend that I had made an unconcious new years resolution: to take care of myself. Physically and emotionally.

I never bothered making new year's resolutions. Somehow I think making a promise to yourself for the sake of making a promise just doesn't cut it. If you do that you won't keep it. Unless you're one of those fastidious diligent types. If so, I give you kudos for that, because I certainly ain't one of them.

This promise to myself came from the need to take care of myself. Really. I've never made a concious effort to take care of myself and it shows, in the way I look and the way I act. I'm not exactly a picture of health, and emotionally I'm a mess. Bitter, pessimistic, and somewhat reclusive.

Don't you wish you were more like me?

Didn't think so. So I'm going to make an effort to exercise and eat a little better...and drink more water. Real water. Arrowhead type water, not water with sugars and natural and artificial flavors in it.

I've started keeping a journal again. A real journal, on paper. A journal that no one reads except me. What a concept.

Whatever the case, I think I'm going to cut this short. I need to get to sleep at a reasonable hour. Salud.