I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of catch up (not to be confused with a sea of ketchup, though really that sounds kind of yummy) after doing nothing but die of the flu for a week. I'm using this as my excuse for why my March resolution post is being written a third of the way through the month. My blog, my rules, peeps. I did make my March resolution at the beginning of the month, though, and I've been doing my best to follow it.
First, a little review: January was my no spendy month. I was fairly successful. February I resolved to post a photo every day. I managed to post a picture on 25 of 28 days, which in my books is a win.
I think it's safe to say that I like challenges that can be measured. I like to line them up and tick them off my list and in the end I either win or lose.
This month I am forcing myself outside of my comfort zone and making a vague, non-measurable resolution. My March resolution is to make better choices. I could not be more vague, right? Ugh, just thinking about it makes me itchy. Basically I'm tired of this lazy routine I've fallen into and I want to start making conscious decisions to make my life better. Tonight, for example, I will (hopefully) choose to go to karate instead of choosing to sit on my arse and watch the hockey game.
A lot of this month's resolution will revolve around my food choices. The insanity and instability of February killed any good eating habits I'd been enforcing. This month is about meal planning so I don't resort to fast food when I'm hungry and don't know what to make; continuing to shop at the green grocer as well as the regular supermarket so I have lots of fresh produce on hand to make salads; trying new, healthy recipes so I don't get bored; and hopefully starting to feel better about myself.
This month's resolution is not about weight loss or numbers on the scale or deprivation. Last night I was craving pizza so I ate pizza but I chose to make homemade pizza with lots of veggie toppings instead of ordering greasy pepperoni pizza. It wasn't as satisfying as a dirty sausage pizza would have been but it felt good to know that I wasn't mindlessly following my instinct (for grease and salt), I was making the better choice. March is the month to abolish apathy. Who's with me?