I am always so hopeful at the beginning of every year. I don’t know why, really, because things don’t ever change enough from year to year to warrant my expectations.  But still, I hope. Last year, my husband and I resolved to get more exercise and eat better. How many times has that been done at the new year?! But we stuck with it. He has lost 80 or so pounds, which is wonderful. I am so proud of him. I have lost only a dozen or so (but had fewer to lose, too). I’m down a size in my pants, though, hoping for another pant size decrease in 2011.  Please.

We’ve exercised more too. Him just walking – when I make him. Me doing exercises and some aerobic stuff (though not enough). But I told myself that if I stuck with it for a year, I would buy an exercise machine. So, we are the proud owner of a new treadmill. I want to build up to being able to run more than a few minutes at a time. We shall see.

I’ve never been able to run so I may be a bit unrealistic in this quest, but I’m gonna try. Wish me luck.