Winter sucks. It’s officially over now, I know, but I’ve found myself thinking about its long dark days now that I’ve been enjoying my comfortable outdoor freedom. I’ve been stopping to smell the flowers (magnolias and not roses yet, it’s true, but the point of the saying remains!). I read a book on my porch, about Shakespeare’s post-mortem rise to fame! Suddenly, I find myself slipping out of grumpy carbohydrate hibernation and building up plans and goals. Which got me thinking … what’s with New Year’s resolutions anyway? You make them at the coldest and unfriendliest time of the year. No sooner have you resolved to run a mile then the skies dump a blizzard on you — so back inside you go. I propose a revolution. A springtime resolutions revolution! Keep reading »
When it comes to New Year’s resolutions, I suggest aiming low. Reach for your shoelaces, not the stars. For instance, this year, I resolve to eat more donuts. Crullers, coconut, apple and spice. I can handle this and am fairly confident that come next year, I will be able to look at my fat face in the mirror and wheeze to myself, “Good job!” When I aim low, I am never disappointed. Sometimes, I aim even lower, like resolving to wear pants or use electricity. All of these achievements are possible. You know what’s probably not possible? Running a marathon, learning to speak Chinese, and becoming an astronaut all in the next 12 months.
There’s a fine line between resolutions and prayer. In both instances, you hope someone is listening. Be it Morgan Freeman, Zeus, or That Thinner, Healthier, More Successful You who’s been curled up dormant in your guts your whole life, waiting for a chance to burst out of you like a spring-loaded alien. Better yet, resolve not to resolve anything. Be Zen. Let life happen to you. A surfer can’t make her own waves; she has to wait for them. Then it’s up to her to know what to do with them when they show up. Keep reading »
Every year we promise ourselves that things will be different in the months to come. “This year,” we say, hands in the air, in a triumphant sort of gesture, “I will say no to the chain smoking, late nights and that entire box of donuts. I will read! I will go back to yoga! Three times a week!” Then, no sooner has the first week of January come and gone before we’re back on our asses simultaneously smoking and consuming said entire box of donuts for no particular reason. So this year, screw it. Instead of countless personal vows that will fall by the wayside within weeks, we’re going to make some sartorial promises we can actually keep.
Personally, I plan to flat-out stop buying high-waisted, puffy skirts in favor of a more fitted variety. I’ve recently started wearing pencil skirts more often and pretty much everyone I know seems to think I’ve lost 20 pounds, prompting the switch as well as vague concern that all of my friends are incapable of discerning between a voluminous skirt and a disproportionately large ass. But I digress. Take the jump for New Year’s clothing resolutions from the rest of The Frisky staff, and join us for an increasingly stylish 2010! Keep reading »
Remember ages ago (over a year ago, actually — ancient history in the online world!), we invited you to write your six-word memoirs along with us? Smith Magazine, the people behind the phenomenon of the six-word memoir had just released a book, and this month they’ve got something new up their sleeves. From now until December 24th, they’re running a six-word resolution contest, saying: “Tell us your plans, hopes, dreams, motivations and mistakes you hope not to repeat in 2010 in just six words.” After the jump, check out the Frisky Staff’s six-word resolutions for 2010 and then leave your own in the comments!
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We have reached the halfway point of 2009. Can you believe it? Back in January, Amelia, Simcha, and I posted our New Year’s resolutions on The Frisky. How are we doing? Let’s check in. Keep reading »