Does anyone else feel their heart beating a little faster as January 1 approaches? It’s going to be a New Year New Me and I’m oh-so-ready for it. Any bad habits I haven’t dropped cease to bother me because, after all, in just a few days the New Me will emerge, like a beautiful butterfly, and everything will become right in my world. I wake up January 1, expecting that by some miracle that New Me will have switched places with the Old Me while I slept and I will be greeted by her in the bathroom mirror. I have stated my intentions. Put it out into the universe. I don’t want to be the old me, complete with oh so many faults and failings. I want to be the New Me full of everything that is right about a person! You’ll have to keep reading if you want to find out who greets me during those morning ablutions!
What would the New Me look like?
The New Me would be the after in those magazine articles at the check-out stand. No, not having lost 100+ pounds, but having that changed expression in my eyes. The one that says “I’ve got this. I eat veggies with every meal and I love all my new habits that I’ve been doing for practically a year already!” The New Me wouldn’t look any different, I’m not that naive, but the New Me would have that zeal already well entrenched, right behind the eyes.
How would the New Me feel?
The New Me would feel fantastic. I would arise from my bed, not only ready to take on the day but having abandoned my slavery to “feelings.” No longer would I be listening to that voice that says “But I don’t feel like it…I am tired…I will start tomorrow…I deserve a rest day…” The New Me would have an entirely different soundtrack. It would bear striking similarity to Patti LaBelle’s New Attitude.
When would this New Me emerge?
Well, immediately! It’s just a simple mindset change, after all. How hard should that be. I have made a new decision. I shall implement. Nothing is going to slow me down as I round the corner and head for health. Being overweight and unhealthy is a miserable existence. Illogical existence. No time like the present…right?
Why isn’t this what happened?
How is it possible that I woke up on January 1, no better and no worse a person than I went to bed as on December 31? What about my zeal and hope and commitment? Well, it’s there. It’s just that while I’m looking for the big bonfire I have tended to let the little flames die out.
This year, somehow, I started today knowing that. I know that I will make many bad decisions but my job is to make as many good ones as I can. I didn’t wake up a slim, yoga-practicing vegan with the abs of a Cross-Fitter and the heart-rate of an Olympic skater. I didn’t spend New Year’s Day hiking or snow-shoeing which is my mind’s picture of what a person with their health-life together would do.
But I did get up. I didn’t sleep in, figuring what does it matter what I do today. I got showered. Drank my morning water. Got my step goal accomplished. Did my stretches. Tomorrow my step goal is raised a bit. I plan to add a short but solid weight routine. Jeff and I plan to eliminate simple carbs from our life for the next 30 days, working together, to see how it helps our arthritis.
I’m going to bed on this, the first day of 2019, satisfied that I am taking steps in the right direction. I figure, I will emerge like a butterfly. That slow and torturous journey out of the cocoon probably feels like it takes forever to that beautiful creature. New Year. New Me.