Every new year that rolls around, I decide to makeover my life. A hard reset of sorts. The list always looks the same. Go to bed earlier, get up earlier, get organized, eat healthier, exercise… blah, blah, blah. January 1st is a gimmie day, with the mandatory food consumption and all. But on January 2nd, I come ripping out the gate like a mad woman… cleaning out all the drawers in our house while doing squats and eating greek yogurt covered in chia seeds. And then comes January 3rd.

I set my alarm for 4:45 this morning so I could get up and go to the gym. If you know me, that last sentence made you laugh out loud. I don’t do early. I love to sleep. The gym is not my friend. But it is January 3rd. So after two (or maybe three) assaults on the snooze button, I got up. Contacts in, workout pants on, one running shoe and fail. I just couldn’t do it. I put my PJs back on, got a cup of coffee and cozied up on the couch. It is cold outside, people. And dark. At least I didn’t get back in bed. That has to count for something.

Every year, same thing. I fall off the wagon before I even have a chance to get on. Oh well. At least I have January 2nd. One day of awesome is better than a whole year of nothing special…