Resolution Time

I’m not really big on New Year’s resolutions, since I’m usually just setting myself up for failure. My main goal for 2006 is to make it to my wedding without having a nervous breakdown. So far, I’m failing miserably.

I guess another resolution would be to continue working out regularly, which I’ve been doing for several months now. I slowed down the pace a bit over the holidays because everything got really hectic, but I was still making it to the gym about three times a week. I’m getting back into my routine and should be back up to six times this week. I work out in my rather lame apartment gym. It’s got the basic stuff that I need, but it’s certainly no frills. This isn’t a problem; it’s usually not very crowded, which is a huge plus.

Now it’s 2006, and apparently, the whole building’s number 1 resolution was to get in shape, and the gym was insanely crowded last night. I was totally bitter. Of course, by next week, none of them will be there and I can go back to working out in relative solitude (and I won’t have to deal with people who ask if I’m really watching the TV. Ummh, yes, I AM watching the Golden Girls. Want to make something of it?). Also, note to the rather large dude hogging the new elliptical machine: I don’t care how sweaty you get, that hot pink do rag is the worst look ever for you. Just say no.