Moving the Goal Posts

So I spent my New Year’s watching The Twilight Zone marathon Sci-Fi, and I didn’t make black-eyed peas (I prefer field peas, even though I don’t know what the difference is). 

As for dieting, when I was in the first and second grade, every morning before my dad dropped me off at Pensacola Christian School, we’d stop by Delchamps, and I’d get a chocolate milk and a brownie. Let’s just say that my stories, “A Cafeteria Thanksgiving” and “A Trashcan Christmas”, were inspired by my family—the gift that keeps on giving (when it comes to my writing). My dad burned everything and the only thing my mother knew how to cook was goulash (and we weren’t even Hungarian!).

I read somewhere that men are more successful at losing weight because they just give up stuff altogether, rather than trying to find substitutions. See, I am already thinking about making almond flour brownies to last for a week’s worth of breakfasts. Diet Coke, however, is still a no-go for me.

Fitness and finances are my New Year’s resolutions. Our tax refund will help us get us financially healthy quicker. Sometimes you just need a shot in the arm to get ahead. I know I need a plastectomy (as Dave Ramsey calls it), but I’m not ready to give up my Kohl’s and Target cards . . . yet.