I never put much stock in new year resolutions. Never put much stock in stock, for that matter. I don’t like going about life relying too heavily on vows or promises by myself (or folks like stock brokers). I prefer to invest my hopes in things that are more certain. Like most anything that’s already happened. I use ta figger that was pretty sure? Somehow, while reading the news, I occasionally find even that ain’t the case nowadays!
The few resolutions I mighta made over the years were (conveniently) too long ago to recall. Apparently they never “took”, since most of my bad habits are still quite firmly (happily) in place. (Ok, there were a couple vows I made that took..., but the marriages didn’t?)
I’ve read that folks make a lot of resolutions about their weight? Mostly people wanting to get rid of some of it (or at least move it around?). The skinny folks amongst us kinda keep their mouths shut about weight (‘cept when ordering that “death by chocolate” dessert). Not wanting to draw attention to their own admirable appetite restraint.
Actually just their luck in the gene (jeans?) pool. My own waistline hasn’t suffered from vowing to lose weight and then failing at it? I feel pretty good about that. Thing is, I border on what most folks might call skinn.., umm, slim. I don’t ‘spose that would count as a resolution never made, could it?
I have on occasion (like lots of folks) vowed to get into better physical shape? However, with all the holiday feasting, new years probly ain’t the best time for that. So instead, I do it several times throughout the year. I kinda like the thought of doin’ it (getting in better shape). But not enough to actually touch any excercise equipment for my own personal use.
I tried push-ups a few years back but it hurt. So I quit after (in the middle of) the third one. I think (often) about how good walking is (‘spose to be) for a person? Generally about a half-block into doing it, my ole legs over-rule my good intentions (and I limp back to the car). But the vows sound so nice! I make another one, darn near everytime I’m (slowly) huffing my way up the stairs.
I’m in such pitiful shape, most of my doctors just try to keep me afloat, without tryin’ to “improve” me? Heck, I blame most of my aches and pains on them anyway! They certainly haven’t read clear through them “Warnings” on all the medicines they encourage me to gobble down daily! Labels on about half of ‘em say, “... may cause painful joints, muscle aches, stiffness, sore butt, blurred thinkin’...” (and lots more fearful soundin’ stuff)
