Get your mind out of the gutter, right now. Just because I'm a romance author doesn't mean I'm smutty.
Well, maybe a little. But that's not what I'm talking about right now.
I'm talking about the phrase “New Year's Resolution”. (Sorry-- “My Favourite Dirty Phrase” just didn't have the right ring to it.)
I've been reading a lot of blog posts from all kinds of people about how to make your New Year's Resolutions actually work. One of my favourites is to focus on one resolution a month. New habits take a while to form, so by focusing on one specific goal a month, you have a better chance of building on each months success.
My husband and I joined the hordes every January and renewed our gym memberships. I've been three times in eight days. Not too shabby, but already one day less than I had planned (I was aiming for three times each week).
The problem I have is guilt. I know I need to be more active (really, I do), but I also want to keep on track with the revisions on my work-in-progress. So it is a matter of balance.
And isn't that what life is anyway? Finding the right balance, for everything from chocolate to chin-ups?