Years ago I swore off making one single day the starting line for when to begin a new habit, or drop an old one.
I figure any day is fine. But as the new year approached I still thought about what I wanted to change. How I wanted to change.
For me, it’s an endless battle to be more patient. To feel for more grace for people I hate (bigots, certain politicians). The latter will never happen. I’m proud of my activism and loathing for harmful people. And I don’t hit low, I hit truthfully. Some people don’t deserve grace until they show a modicum of self-awareness.
I need to interrupt less. This always enraged my father, and my husband isn’t a fan. He tells me to stop interrupting, I tell him to talk faster. This goes nowhere.
I also need to pare down (a little) of my wine-love. But I’m a hedonist, they’ll be no Dryuary (dry January) in this house.
Another of my goals is to drop two dress sizes.
This means at 58 the simple non-magical formula of eating fewer carbs, less sugar, lots of protein and minimal nighttime snacking. I already work out six days a week but as my daughter reminds me, “abs are made in the kitchen.” I bust my ass at the gym but my waistline doesn’t seem to notice.
I don’t weigh myself. Haven’t for decades. Women’s weight goes up and down with water gain and added muscle (men too). So the scale is an annoying stab in the back. It demotivates me and makes me want to kick the thing across the room.
Essentially if I have to suck in my stomach to squeeze into my jeans, it’s time to lose weight.
For 2024 let me offer a suggestion.
Don’t make your resolutions big.
Small strides. Work out one day a week, then two, then five. Cut out a little sugar, add more veggies and protein. Read more. Don’t make your goals feel impossible by day three.
And then there’s some changes that can be life-altering:
Three things to add to 2024:
Breast thermography, immune support, healthy boundaries.
I’ve been studying what it takes to fix my mind and body for more than 20 years.
After I was misdiagnosed with fibromyalgia, had severe postpartum depression, anxiety and adrenal insufficiency, I took my health into my own hands. As of a Greece trip in 2019, I now have microscopic colitis. I’m working like a dog to get rid of it despite being told it’s autoimmune (Never goes away. Not on my watch. I’m getting rid of it).
My doctor is a holistic MD who preaches prevention and cure rather than just treating symptoms. We’re a team. She listens. She reminds that the body knows how to heal itself with the right help.
- I suggest women add breast thermography to their annual breast health plan. Inexpensive, painless, life-saving.
- I also suggest everyone add Argentyn 23 to help their immune system. It’s a powerful safe antiviral and antibacterial small particle silver. My husband, daughter and I took it constantly during COVID (none of us got COVID). There’s peer-reviewed science behind small particle silver. I can’t sing it’s praises enough.
- Set personal boundaries and extricate yourself from toxic people. Mean, shitty people who don’t make you feel good about yourself, or people you don’t trust, don’t deserve your company.
How do you know who’s toxic and who you need to gently leave behind?
Ask yourself how you feel every time you’re around this person. Are they at least trying to get better? Are they self-aware? There’s your answer.
To a joyful, healthy happy 2023.