There is no action plan attached--by stating "be nicer" just sets me up to binge on being a great big bitch.

I am one of those people that makes a list of resolutions. There is something about a nice clean start. I do pride myself on the thought that I put into them--I try not to be too general like listing, "Be nicer".  First of all, really?  Even I let out a little chuckle when I read that but what constitutes being nicer?  Is it an all day thing?  What is the measuring stick--the previous day?  There is no action plan attached--by just stating "be nicer" just sets me up to binge on being a great big bitch.

With that, here is my list:
1.  Rather than lament on how much I have to do, just jump in and start something.  I find that I waste a lot of time panicking about how much I have to do.  The panic is eating up time.  Push it aside, move on and just do.

2.  I need to get a mammogram.  I know, I know...I have yet to establish a baseline with the first one. (Small voice--I am 41.5)  It is on my list to get done during the first three months of the year.  And, God damn, getting my boobies squished while making happy, awkward chit chat will make an excellent blog.

3.  I need to lose a little weight.  I am not going to tell you how much but pants that fit just fine a couple of months ago cut me in half when I sit down.  I do not believe in buying bigger pants.  I believe in that small amount of suffering that reminds me of December--that month that has a funny way of killing any progress that I made during the first 11 months of the year.  Peanut butter balls and skipping workouts were major factors in my December downfall.  Portion control and eating lots of color are part of my game plan.  And no muffins...you know the ones.  The cakey goodness that I jam in my face at a time at work where only a few are around.  Also no Subway stops--I never just the $5 healthy footlongs that Jared eats.  My sandwiches tend to be between the $8 to $10 range.  My girls will probably appreciate that they mom doesn't smell of copius meats and cheeses.

4.  I would like to start making five dinners a week.  Currently, I am around four on a good week.  Take out is a waste of money but mainly my kids don't get excited if we go out to eat of have pizza.  They take it for granted and I would like them to have the same joy that I had as a child when we went out.  Just last week, I offered Bertucci's and the girls sighed and said "okay" with exasperation.  Jesus Christ, they acted like I just made them shovel a snowy walk.

5.  I need to be more timely and to tell Ching about expenses so he can enter it on his spreadsheet.  First of all, I love the spreadsheet and his monitoring.  I know where the money comes from and where it is spent but I don't do a very good job when it comes to telling him if I bought something for the girls or how much groceries were.  I don't know why I do this--I am not scared of telling him what I spent when I go to Shaw's...it's not like I made a left out of the parking lot and said screw it, "I am going to Nordstrom."  Actually that would never happen--still don't like being around the peeps.

6.  I would like to be up on my blogs.  I am not sure why I have taken so many breaks because Lord knows, I have plenty to tell you about.  My goal is to get back to four a week.

7.  No Candy Crush--Yes, I know a few months ago, I declared via Facebook that I wasn't going to waste time on that stupid game.  But a month later, I downloaded it...deleted it and then downloaded it again.  Just in December I spent $30 on extra lives.  Absolutely ridiculous.   I think I became less literate by playing that game.

8. I have to stop using the word ironic incorrectly.  Usually the correct word is coincidentally.  I can't even think of an instance when the figure of speech actually matched what was actually going on at that very moment.

9.  I have to stop taking home my computer from work when I am not even going to open it.  It is starting to make one shoulder tilt lower than that other.  That shit is heavy.

10.  Wash my face before I go to bed.  I know, gross but washing my face and eye make up off is something that I don't typically do out of laziness.  I then wake up the next morning with crusty smudged eyes reminiscent of a bad hook up in the mid 1990's.  I also have to take care of my eyes better than I currently am.  I would say that my saggy eye lids will be due for a health care approved eye lift in 2016.

But now, let's focus on 2014.  Small steps...