So here we are less than a week into the New Year and there you are sprawled out on the sofa sipping a sugary soda and stuffing yourself with some greasy something.
So you’ve already broken your resolutions to eat better and less and exercise more in an effort to lose that roll around the middle.
Losing weight by eating less but more nutritious food, and exercising more are surely the most popular among resolutions for the new year … and probably the most broken.
But despair not, tomorrow is another day. Just “pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.”
When it comes to New Year’s resolutions, getting organized is right under the ‘eat better and exercise more’ one on the list for many.
For me, it’s at the top.
Now I have reasonably healthy eating habits, and exercise sometimes, but when it comes to organization, well that’s a bit of a problem.
However, let me say that I always know where everything is — it’s just in piles or boxes, not neatly marked and filed away.
Now I do not consider myself a hoarder, but I do have this thing about hanging onto things. With me this goes in several directions, but particularly with old stuff which I like to describe as “my sentimental treasures” because in some way or another it tells the story of my life.
On New Year’s Day I always think of Carolyn Korn, and I know that she and her husband George are celebrating life.
I t was on Jan. 1, 1995, that Carolyn in critical condition had a heart transplant a University Hospital. After months of waiting a donor heart had been found. Her prayers had been answered.
Today she and her husband George who live on Jones Road enjoy a comfortable and active lifestyle.
Every day but especially on New Year’s Day, they count their blessings and celebrate life.
While going through some “remember when” things on my Christmas holiday, I came across a small purple book which had been given to me when I was about 12 by a neighbor who had no children and was always very kind to me.
It is titled “Marked Trails for Girls.” Underscored in that book is this little poem:
“I have to live with myself, and so
I have to be fit for myself to know.
And not have to stand in the setting sun
And hate myself for the things I’ve done.”