As I head full on into my off season, it’s difficult to not get off track. The days are so short and dreary. It’s cold. I wake up a little later and go to bed a little earlier. I caught COVID over the holidays. And of course, there were the holidays. So here we are, moving into the new year like the day after the new year’s eve bash, hungover and dragging ass.

New Year and Impossible Things

Stories of a Midlife Bikini Mom

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“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” Alice in Wonderland

It’s that time of year where we are inundated from every screen that we sit in front of — -promises and formulas on how to change. Whether it’s to lose weight, get the body you always wanted, to start meditating, paying down your debt, get rich with 15 minutes of this magical thing a day, or whatever the social media gods deem something that will pique your interest.

It’s a New Year.

I have to say I am a sucker for a new year resolution. I have made many — some I’ve kept (going vegan) some I’ve faltered (getting organized). Still, there is nothing wrong with putting a tack into a goal and aiming for it.

As I head full on into my off season, it’s difficult to not get off track. The days are so short and dreary. It’s cold. I wake up a little later and go to bed a little earlier. I caught COVID over the holidays. And of course, there were the holidays. So here we are, moving into the new year like the day after the new year’s eve bash, hungover and dragging ass.

I don’t mean actually hungover. It’s a metaphor. My New Year’s Eve was spent on the couch watching Wentworth on Netflix and washing muddy paws from the dogs.

But I’m still dragging ass a bit.

So where am I placing that tack for this new year? I was asked what some of my goals are by my coach and I found it was really a vague place to be. I want to build muscle. I want to be better at the next competition. I want to eat a little more diversely. I want to find a little balance in life. And I want to be the person that completes things.

I think that last one is key.

I’ve always been that person who walks the last lap or takes the shortcut. Always been the person who starts out with a new day planner that only gets filled in till around February, and picked back up again sometime in July.

But I did do the thing last year — vegan — and got on stage. So I can complete things when I really want to. The problem is, how do we break down “wanting to get better” into something a little more tangible?

I haven’t figured that part out yet. But as I watch documentaries like Live to 100: Secrets of the Blue Zones and You are What You Eat: The Twin Experiment, I know there is more depth to this fitness thing other than getting an orange spray tan and walking on stage in a sparkly bikini.

Standing back and looking at all the possibilities, I am still figuring it all out. I’ll let you know if I do.

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