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An obligatory, predictable and overall unworthy post concerning my plans for the ~new year.

At this moment, people on the east coast are either drunk, asleep, hanging out, or really drunk..in other words, celebrating the new year.

I happen to be one of those, except I fall under the less exciting ‘hanging out’ category. Definitely not complaining, this evening has been a fine one. Why, you fail to ask? BECAUSE. I created this huge exercise and diet plan for myself. Everything’s set up so that I’ll be at my goal weight BY April 5, 2011. No maybe about it.  I’m fucking stoked.  I’ve had a weight loss blog for like, three days and I’ve learned shatloads. I’ve been dieting better than I have in two months and that’s taken a weight off my shoulders I didn’t fully realize was there until just recently. 

This is my year, I’m going to make it my bitch. And on top of all this potential, my best friend is also dieting. Seeing as we’re more or less the same person, I doubt things could get better. I don’t want to get too far ahead of myself because I know that there will be those inevitable bumps in the road, but it’s hard to feel disheartened at the moment.

Did I think I’d be spending my seventeenth new year at home alone designing the next 93 days of my life? Absolutely not. Is that disappointing? Absolutely not.

One thing to do this year, other than everything else, is to be happy about being happy. Being happy with the ability to take in every moment in a way that leaves you smiling unconsciously. 

I’m starting to mumble gwen stefani lyrics, so I should probably get off the internet.