It's 9 a.m. on New Year's Eve day, and the anxiety of the coming year is starting to kick in. I'm starting to wonder just exactly what I am getting myself into. I shouldn't be concerned, I'm not one to sit and do nothing at all, I am always moving around and don't like being unproductive, but maybe the idea that I have deadlines is what is making me tense. I guess that's the whole point; give myself deadlines so I have no excuses and cannot be lackadaisy about things. I just hope I can measure up.
I hope I can fit everything in without sacrificing my time with my daughter. Although I'm quite sure a thinner, walking mommy would make her very happy.
I sometimes wonder if anyone is even reading this blog. I know a few people who are, but they are close to me in one way or another. I guess my words haven't spread to infect the masses quite yet, and I think that's good, but I wouldn't mind inspiring others either. It doesn't matter to me, I started this blog as an outlet for myself and will continue to express myself here whether or not anyone is paying attention.
I suppose the idea that I might actually accomplish something big like walking every day or losing this weight is scary too. Why I would be scared of doing good, I don't know, but sometimes I am. I have done it before; I've quit drinking after years of being a full-blown alcoholic... there's no reason I can't do these other things that are only going to be great for me.
I better stock up on Red Bull.