Is it just me? I get tired of being resolved. My brain rebels or just plain ignores the plan. So, habit is usually my only hope.
Those resolutions we all made back on January 1st? They are either habits by now - or they're not.
10, 100, and 1000. My resolutions for 2017.
10 = pounds to lose. (Duh, always that damned 10 pounds!)
100= miles per week on the bike
1000= 1000 NO's. A little tougher to explain. But basically, there are so many times when I regret saying yes. Yes, to the Weasel in my head who begs for donuts or pizza. Yes, to some stupid activity I don't really want to do. Yes, to tolerating people whom I really can't tolerate. So in a whole year? A thousand no's seems about right to me!
But lets' start with the easy stuff. Which is, of course, the bike.
I am slowing down in my older and wiser years. Just riding my full suspension around for fun. No road bike. No pacelines. No Ironman. No regrets.
Guessing I did about 5500 miles (street and trail) on my mtn bike last year. So, a resolution of 100 miles per week should be pretty easy. Just shoot for a ride every day. Something will come up - guaranteed - once or twice a week. But five remaining rides of various lengths should add up to more than enough.
No particular plan, of course, not training for anything, certainly not racing any more. And having Strava makes keeping track a breeze. Besides it's good to have some goals - even general - non specific - sissy retirement goals. Like 100 miles per week.
Just a day at a time, doing something you like. The easiest kind of habit there is.
The other two, not quite as automatic. And no easy, peasey Strava to help me out.
For the 10 pounds, I keep my own logbook. Most days anyway. So, most days it's not all that hard to stay on track.
But then, there are those stubborn, fighting-back-every-step-of-the-way, brain wrenching NO's.
The hardest thing so far this year was to step away from The Beer Can Scramble.
It's been about four weeks now. I don't miss the sameness of riding Turkey Creek - the exact same 10 mile trail - in the exact same direction - every single Tuesday night. But I do wonder what I might be missing when it comes to the beer-after portion of the ride.
Of course I have always wondered that.
The guys have their kitchen passes and stay for dinner and beyond. My self imposed kitchen duties demand that I get myself home to my husband and put some dinner on the table by 9pm. So about 20 minutes of socializing is realistically all I'm missing anyway. Yet, it's still requires some self-pep-talking not to wonder what I'm missing every Tuesday.
But that's how it is with NO's. Always evaluating. Weighing the costs. Social and otherwise.
Saying NO habitually would be just as short sighted as saying yes habitually. Which means that saying NO can not be left to the luxury of habit. Which makes it hard work for the lazy, rebellious chunk of my brain that so often rules my head.
So - the 10 pounds? Yes. I. Can. Make. Eating. Less. Food. A. Habit. (Eventually.)
100 miles a week? Absolutely. Habit already.
1000 NO's? Much tougher.
Got a start, though.
One down. 999 to go.
Guessing I did about 5500 miles (street and trail) on my mtn bike last year. So, a resolution of 100 miles per week should be pretty easy. Just shoot for a ride every day. Something will come up - guaranteed - once or twice a week. But five remaining rides of various lengths should add up to more than enough.
No particular plan, of course, not training for anything, certainly not racing any more. And having Strava makes keeping track a breeze. Besides it's good to have some goals - even general - non specific - sissy retirement goals. Like 100 miles per week.
Just a day at a time, doing something you like. The easiest kind of habit there is.
The other two, not quite as automatic. And no easy, peasey Strava to help me out.
For the 10 pounds, I keep my own logbook. Most days anyway. So, most days it's not all that hard to stay on track.
But then, there are those stubborn, fighting-back-every-step-of-the-way, brain wrenching NO's.
The hardest thing so far this year was to step away from The Beer Can Scramble.
It's been about four weeks now. I don't miss the sameness of riding Turkey Creek - the exact same 10 mile trail - in the exact same direction - every single Tuesday night. But I do wonder what I might be missing when it comes to the beer-after portion of the ride.
Of course I have always wondered that.
The guys have their kitchen passes and stay for dinner and beyond. My self imposed kitchen duties demand that I get myself home to my husband and put some dinner on the table by 9pm. So about 20 minutes of socializing is realistically all I'm missing anyway. Yet, it's still requires some self-pep-talking not to wonder what I'm missing every Tuesday.
But that's how it is with NO's. Always evaluating. Weighing the costs. Social and otherwise.
Saying NO habitually would be just as short sighted as saying yes habitually. Which means that saying NO can not be left to the luxury of habit. Which makes it hard work for the lazy, rebellious chunk of my brain that so often rules my head.
So - the 10 pounds? Yes. I. Can. Make. Eating. Less. Food. A. Habit. (Eventually.)
100 miles a week? Absolutely. Habit already.
1000 NO's? Much tougher.
Got a start, though.
One down. 999 to go.
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