New Year’s Resolutions

I Don’t Make New Year’s Resolutions

Personally, I feel resolutions are pretty ridiculous. Not only do you never stick to them, they are usually vague, meaningless platitudes we tell ourselves to make us feel better.


Do you know how much gym memberships soar in January? New memberships spike in January. Between 12-50% of all new gym memberships (depending on the gym) are created in January each year. Guess how many of those new memberships last past the first week in February. It’s dismal folks. Only 20% of those people have enough resolve to stick it out a whole month. This article in the Greeley Tribune says that number is actually as low as 8%. This is just an example of how easy it is to fail in your resolutions.

New Year, New Me?


I hate that phrase so much! Guess what? You don’t get to wake up tomorrow and be a whole new person. It doesn’t work that way. No matter how well-meaning your resolution is, you’re not going to change everything about yourself after one alcohol-soaked night.

No Goals?

Does that mean that you shouldn’t make goals for the new year if they are just destined for failure? Absolutely not! There is a HUGE difference between a New Year’s resolution and a goal. Let me illustrate:

Resolution: I’m going to quit smoking.

Goal: I’m going to quit smoking. First, I’m going to join a smoking cessation support forum tonight. On the 2nd, I’m going to call and make an appointment with my doctor to talk about different ways I can quit. My quit day is going to be February 1st.

Resolution: I’m going to start eating healthy.

Goal: This week I’m going to research some healthy recipes that are at my level of skill. Next week, I’m going to try out one of those recipes. The following week, I’m going to try out two of those recipes. Each week, I’ll add one more recipe or remake the ones I enjoy.

Resolution: I’m going to lose 100lbs!

Goal: I’m going to lose 5 lbs by February 1st. I will check my weight each week to make sure I’m on track. I will make it easier by making a MyFitnessPal account and tracking what I eat. I’ll add 1000 steps a week until I’m doing 15k a day.

See the difference?

Be Smart


Goals are specific, they form a plan, and they have a time frame. If you ever want to know how to form goals, just remember to make them SMART.  They are easy to track because they have steps. It’s really easy to say you’re going to lose 50 lbs this year, but if you don’t have a plan in place and a way to gauge your progress you will not succeed.

I have goals!

I have a lot of goals for this coming year. Some are big, some are small, but they all have a plan. Want to see my plan?

Yeah, that’s the planner for 2018. It’s a lot of meal plans, calendars (personal and blog), cleaning checklists, medical info, etc. You see, my biggest goal for this year is to get more organized. This binder is my lifeline to becoming more organized. I’ve been working on it for about a month, getting it ready for the coming year.

What about weight loss?

Yes, that is still a major priority for me this year. I’m halfway to my goal of 250lbs. No, that’s not the end weight I have in mind, but it’s a milestone. The ultimate goal is 140, but that’s at least two years away. So I break it down into 50lb increments. And then further into 25lb chunks. Right now, I’m 25 lbs away from that 250 mark. My goal is to hit it before we go on vacation for our anniversary in April.

So that’s why I choose to make goals, rather than resolutions. Remember, you don’t have to wait for a new year to start making goals. If you want to do something, it’s important to start right away, at least with the planning.

By The Way

Before I close today, I wanted to apologize for my recent disappearance! Right before my birthday, our desktop computer died. We had to take it in to get a new hard drive installed. We didn’t get it back until Friday night! I was a bit lost on my blog without my giant screen and fast graphics capabilities on here. This computer is my baby!  The holidays are always a little bit hectic anyway, so I decided to take a break until we got it back.

But don’t worry, I have a calendar full of post ideas for January ready to go! I also have a parting gift for you. Here is the new art challenge for January! Or should I say….Manuary? That’s right, January’s art challenge is all about drawing the male form!

31 Days of Manuary

Daily Dose of Music

Meet the Boys

I don’t talk a whole lot about my family, but I thought it might be time to introduce you all to my little inner circle. I’ve talked a bit about the mister, and I do have one son (who is about to turn 17!) and then we have….the boys. That is how we refer to them as a group, as in: “The boys are chewing again,” “Do we need hay for the boys?” and “The boys want a treat.”

If you haven’t figured it out, “the boys” refers to our adorable, picky, gluttonous little piggies. The mister and I have three guinea pigs that might as well be children. Once upon a time (5 years ago next month) we decided to get a pet together and finally decided on a guinea pig.


So we went to PetSmart to see what kind of piggies they had. Turns out, they only had one. A single little male that was a bright reddish orange with a white spot on his head. But he was damaged. His poor little ear had been all chewed up by one of his cage mates. Since his ear was a bit chewed, they let us adopt him for free! I would have paid for him because I was already in love. We picked up a cage that came with all the necessities like shavings, a water bottle, pellets and hay and we took him home.

One of the boys - Cinnamon

Cinnamon wanted his own FaceBook profile.


Fast forward about 6 months and we’d switched to fleece bedding that I made myself and we decided to get another piggy as a friend for our first, whom we had named Cinnamon. And thus, we adopted baby Truffles.

One of the boys - Truffles

Baby Truffles checking out his new home.

Cinnamon and Truffles became the best of buddies and we ended up ditching the much too small (even for one) cage and got our boys a new cube and coroplast (C&C) condo.

The Boys - Cinnamon & Truffles

Cinnamon and Truffles checking out their new loft.


And then along came our third. Snickerdoodle (the guinea pig formerly known as Spike) was rehomed to us by a co-worker of mine. He quickly integrated with our other boys and we ended up getting an even bigger cage to accommodate our growing family.

Snickerdoodle (Doodle) in his first cuddle cup (Nov 2015)

Doodle, Cinnamon, and Truffles – Best Buddies

Unfortunately, shortly after Cinnamon’s 4th adoption day, we lost him to illness. It was devastating to us. We still miss our little Cinnabutt (as we often called him). It was hard for a time to go to PetSmart to get supplies and see the new piggies there.


But one day, a few weeks after Cinnamon passed, we walked by the guinea pig enclosure. There was a single little piggy. All alone. Just like Cinnamon had been. My heart almost broke. So we asked about the little guy. He’d just come from the vet after being treated for ringworm. All of his littermates had been sold while he was in quarantine.

He was so tiny! Cute little Newt.

And so we came home with Newt. We named him after my favorite Hufflepuff because he looks like a little badger! For a time, all three members of the new trio got along just fine.

A New Order:

At least until Newt hit his “teens” and started showing a rebellious streak. This upset the status quo with Doodle. So we enlarged and walled off the upstairs portion of the cage and moved Doodle to his deluxe apartment in the sky.

At least until Newt decided to assert his dominance with poor, easy going Truffles, who has always been a more docile member of the pig pack. So Doodle moved back into the palace with Truffles and now Newt has the high-rise.

The Boys

Yes, that bottom cage is really 4.5’x2.5′ and the top is 3.5’x2.5′. Spoiled, spoiled piggies!

So here we are with our three adorkable piggies, full of life and personality and spoiled absolutely rotten. If we get another life, I want to come back as a guinea pig whose humans give them plush couches, all the hay they could want, and soft fleece to live on in a palatial cage. That’s the life, right there.

And don’t they know it.