I’m not a New Year’s Resolution type of person. Change is made up of a series of small steps that permanently alter routines. Change does not come from a drunken, sleep-deprived pledges.
At the same time, I feel fat after the holidays. I ate way too many little cookies and drank too many glasses of wine. A small army of guests marched through my house leaving a trail of Trisket crumbs. Over-stuffed cabinets were opened to locate the fancy dishes and large platters. Another hundred pictures were uploaded onto the computer.
I’m back to the gym routine. I have a fridge full of vegetables. The wine and cheese are gone and won’t be replaced for a while. But I’ve done a whole lot more than that.
Maybe because the holidays were so long this year, my road to repentance has been especially thorough. Kitchen cabinets have been sorted out. Closets purged. I organized my hard drive and synced all my devices. (That was a biggie.) A gorgeous 4 terabyte hard drive is resting on my desk backing up my files at this moment. I am Sparta.
I’ll do some lifestyle posts throughout the week. I feel very Gwyneth Paltrow.