As another birthday crests on the horizon, I sit back and think to myself about what I have and haven't done with my life, and why haven't I done the things I want to do. So I made a list of all the goals I've had in my life, and where I am with them. It is not a big list.
1) Get my letterman's jacket.
This was my first real goal in life, and I accomplished it fairly quickly, lettering in both track and volleyball. My school was small, so yes, it was boy's volleyball. I would have liked to try wrestling and football, but we didn't have either. I assume I would have been great at them, based on one wrestling match I had in gym, and the other time I caught a football. Of course, once I got my jacket, I quickly abandoned all sports to work at McDonalds and drive awesome cars.
Right? Right?!
2) Join the Air Force.
I've made a terrible mistake.
And here is where my goal list always seem to stops. I mean sure, there are small things, like getting a degree, a job, a house, etc. Those are all nice, but I always kind of assumed they would be par for the course, not anything I really had to work for. But now I have a real goal, something that I will hate to try to achieve, but want it all the same.
It's time for me to lose weight. Again.
Several years ago, I started doing p90x and everything was going quite well. It was the worst, but it was the worst in a good way. But then I fell, the details of that accident lost to time, and in hurting both my knees and hands, couldn't continue. Falling out of my habits, I fell into disrepair.
I've reattempted to start an exercise program several times since then. What usually happens is that I decide that I'm going to do some walking, but first I should have a celebratory last Burger King meal. And then I'm too tired to go walking. I'll do it tomorrow, and to celebrate I'll have a pizza! An entire one. Because food. Unfortunately it's raining now, so next week definitely! And to celebrate, this weekend I'll buy a cake, since I never eat cake (I really don't) and this will be my last chance to have one!
I don't know who Sarah is, but fatty wants food.
So here I sit, thinking about taking a nap because the pizza I ate is making me sleepy. Although it is eight at night, so maybe I'll go to bed early. Because tomorrow morning I have to get up to start running around the track! After a celebratory pancake breakfast.