Every year at this time people decide to make their New Year's resolutions. A lot are too ambitious. "I'm going to run in a marathon every month." A lot are too vague. "I'm going to lose weight." Some are un-doable. "I'm giving up homework."
Every year my gym is flooded with new resolutionaries from January through March. March seems to be when most people give up their New Year's resolution to get in shape, lose weight, and go to the gym every day. Come March, there is no longer a wait for the treadmills.
This year, I'm doing the opposite. My gym membership was one of the first things to go when a job offer came my way. Until I have a better grasp on what my schedule will be like, there was no sense in paying a monthly membership. And besides, once the weather improves (I'm such a weather wimp when it comes to exercising outside), the National Mall from the Capitol to the Washington Monument between the Smithsonian museum buildings will be my treadmill.
This year's resolution will be something more attainable. Once, after posting the weekly menu, Laoch asked me why I never included lunch on the menu plan. The kids eat at school and Mr. Gaelic eats at work. He likes to get out of his office for a while and doesn't take his lunch for that reason. What I didn't tell Laoch was that I eat on the run. My lunch is usually a fast-food drive-thru. For all my cooking clean at the house, I eat trash for lunch.
But this year! This year, with the help of a full-time office job, I resolve to eat fast-food no more than three times a week. It helps that there is a cafeteria in the office building.
Now, if only it were that easy for Mr. G. He resolved to exercise at least 30 minutes once a week. He can always lace up his running shoes and meet me halfway on the Mall. Yes? We'll see.
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