Broken Promises

We’re more than halfway through 2014 and the halfway point of the year often gives me a chance to think about promises or resolutions that I have made of the year.

It seems like a common thing that we as Americans make verbal agreements to try to give up something or do more of something every year…

I say that’s dumb..

If I were to say, I’m going to run a mile every single day of 2014, yet when you aim to start running a blizzard hits town, what then?

By the time the snow has melted I bet you five bucks that you will have forgotten about that resolution.

I don’t think the resolution thing is a completely useless notion, I just think trying to change your lifestyle during the winter is.

Therefore I’ve come to a conclusion, a mid years resolution makes more sense, because if you wanted to run more, there’s no excuse other than the swarms of mosquitoes waiting to suck the life right out of you…

If your resolution was to eat lighter, it’s easier to do in the summertime due to the heat.

I know in the wintertime, nothing will stop me from eating my weight in pizza and carb heavy food. The summertime the meals are much lighter.

If I had a family dog there is no way I’m walking it in the wintertime… That’s crazy.

Fido has a much better chance on cashing in on your resolution if you make it in the summertime.

If you go into the winter months with the commitment, you may keep it all year long.

I seldom make resolutions, because I am forgetful and need to be motivated.

The biggest resolution I have ever made was a ten year resolution to not consume pop.

I’m proud to say that for the most part I have not given in since December 31, 2009, though I drink an occassional ginger beer and club soda.

My thing was I wanted to stop consuming so much sugar through beverages. On a good day, I drank enough Mountain Dew to bleed it. (Contrary to the rumors, it turns out Mountain Dew doesn’t sterilize you… Neither does getting kicked below the belt.)

I would slam a 2 liter during a work shift at Walgreens.

The point I knew I had to cut out the soft drink was when I played my first gig as a drummer with my old band “JaeL.”

I came prepared knowing all of the songs, but I was a little tired. I had the solution, or so I thought. I slammed two cans of Mountain Dew before performing. It started off good… Then I hit the biggest caffeine induced low I’ve ever had. That was all she wrote.

I almost made a year-long journey without any carbonated beverage and had more energy than I ever had before.

I felt so good, that I had to do it over again… Naturally instead of attempting one year, I figured why not ten? While it has been fun, I miss Mountain Dew and in 2020, I will destroy a case of that neon green fountain of glory.

Seriously though, after Susan and I are done being spoiled by couples bringing us meals, I plan on going on a diet. Gotta lose this sympathy weight…