I'm feeling very guilty. I told myself at the beginning of this year (which was approximately 20 some weeks ago), that I was going to read more, blog more, write more in general, watch less TV, work out more and eat better. Um...I've been reading a bit. Does that count?
Then I had to go make myself feel even worse by reading this post on Zebra Sounds. Sure, there are actually people out there who make a plan and stick with it. Then they brag about it. I hope Judy's happy now.
So now the guilt and failure are building up and I have to do what I do best: slap myself around because of it. I go through all the stages: guilt, depression, anger, ice cream, hope and failure.
I want to be a better person. I want to post on my blogs every day. I want to spend time reading something interesting and informative (and not just re-reading Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 8). I want to work on some of the writing projects I have started and abandoned when things got too hard (like those people who adopt puppies and then can't care for them). I want to start that new eating plan I spent time researching (I even have two weeks of meal planning, a grocery list, recipes and everything all set). I want to get up just a half an hour earlier and work out every day (or, you know, like maybe 4 or 5 days a week, at least).
I just haven't done any of those things yet.
So, Judy, thanks for kicking me where it hurts.