Resolutions? I Think Not.

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I told myself last year, along with every overweight and underweight woman in the world, that I was going to lose weight.
Well I did in some respects, though I didn't really try as hard as I would have liked.
But, you know, that's just the way of the world.
This year, however, I am determined to make being healthy a life style as apposed to a quick fad.
I actually started a couple of days before the new year.
Yesterday I ran a mile.
Today I ran two.
I died a little on the inside, but what's to be expected when I don't run as often as I used to.
Man.
I remember middle school.
I ran a mile every day for a month.
Then, of course, I twisted my ankle, which I also did my sophomore year, and that kind of put a damper on my relationship with running.
But life is a cold-hearted bitch and she only wants to see me dead.
And I could have resolutions, but I'm sure that they would fall vacant as they did last year leaving me, somewhat, put out.
I smell like cotton candy and that's all I have going for me right now.
What luck.