An Update

Remember when I blogged my Revolutions and talked about how goals must be specific, written , blah blah blah?  Well, they must also be updated. 

So. 

March 1st.  First day of the last month of the quarter.  (If you are in business, that last sentence should make some sense).

My updates are in pretty purple type.

Educational:
I will take one class each session. Update:  I am taking Business Calculus.  I should be studying for it instead of blogging.  I secretly wish for violent stomach flu so I will have a legitimate reason for missing class.  Plus violent stomach flu always takes a few pounds off.

Social:
I don't have any social goals this year.  Update.  I still don't have any social goals this year. 

Spiritual:
I will read at least one book about my faith every quarter. Update:  I have one month to get this done.  I've read the last issue of the Liguorian, and South Texas Catholic.  But those are periodicals, so they don't count.

Physical:
I will work out at least 4 times each week.  Update:  Doing it.  I pushed a truck. 

I will include fruit and/or vegetables at each meal. Update:  Define vegetable.  I have some work to do here.

Financial:
We will pay off the goddamn Sallie Mae by 12/31/2012. Update:  On track.  We are coming to get you Bitch.


Remember I said:

Here's what I am not going to do:


Go on a diet.  Update:  we may have to rethink this one. 

Actually, I am not going to diet.  But I may decide to do weight watchers. Even though I fucking hate weight watchers.   (Weight Watchers says they are not a diet. Bullshit.  They tell you how to manipulate your food choices in order to lose weight.  That's called a diet.)  The fact is, weight fucking watchers works.  If you are disciplined and follow the plan. 

See, I think I am having trouble with my vegetables because I am not planning effectively.  Weight fucking watchers has a pre-made plan.  And really annoying meetings.  And literature featuring photos of 50ish year old women in bright clothes riding bikes with their No-Way-Is-He-Straight husbands.   IF I decide to go to weight fucking watchers, I need to change my attitude or it really won't work.  But that is easier said than done.  And the more I try to change my attitude about weightfuckingwatchers the more I fucking hate them. 

If I had an extra $500 a month, I'd go on Jenny-is-a-bad-hair-bitch-Craig.  Actually, if I had an extra $500, I'd give it to Vic because he has great hair, plus he deserves it. 

I don't have $500 to pay for Jenny-80's hair-Craig.

Maybe I can do it on my own! 

Yeah right.    If I could do it on my own, I wouldn't need to even think about joining weight-fuck-fuck-fuck-watchers.  But I do need to.  I need to do it for me.  I need to do it for Vic & Gabe.  Seriously. They have done amazing things for me so far.  But unless I can get control of my food choices, we're stuck where we are. 

I hate being stuck. 

New Goal:  Join fucking weight watchers.  And maybe quit swearing so much.

New Year's Revolutions

I am not a resolution maker.

I am a goal setter. 

Goals must by SMART - Specific, Measurable, Achievable, Realistic and Timed.  I thought of that acronym all by myself.  Just kidding -- I think it's Zig Ziglar's.  One should set goals in many aspects of their life:  Financial, Physical, Spiritual, Social, Educational, and I can't think of the other ones.  Goals must also be written, and shared. 

So here are the 2011 Goals:

Educational:

I will take one class each session. 

Social:

I don't have any social goals this year. 

Spiritual:

I will read at least one book about my faith every quarter. 

Physical:

I will work out at least 4 times each week.
I will include fruit and/or vegetables at each meal.

Financial:

We will pay off the goddamn Sallie Mae by 12/31/2012.

There are other plans I have for the year, even if I am not setting a specific goal.  One is to make more time for my girlfriends.  I have friends that I only see when our kids have birthday parties.  Not a good way to maintain a friendship.  I plan to clear out the linen closet, and I want to do some scrap-booking.  I am going to blog as long as I have something to say.  I am going to go on dates with Greg more often.  Spend more one on one time with each of my boyos.  Get the Christmas shopping done early. 

Here's what I am not going to do:

Go on a diet.


What are you going to do?