I've never been one for making "Resolutions" at the turn of the Year. I've always felt I was strong enough to stop the bad stuff I was doing or start the good stuff "whenever I'm ready to." Yet, here I sit in front of this keyboard at roughly 01:20 in the morning, feeling the need to plead for encouragement.

When I first moved this fine "metroplex" in the Summer of '99, I was in quite possible the best shape of my "adult" life. Obviously discounting the years playing sports as a child, as I would not have been an "adult". I digress. Unfortunately, those days (actually nights) were spent drinking and smoking with friends, and constantly afoot at live shows (bands, not musicals you insolents).

In the summer of '00, I met my future wife. At that point, I began the "comfort" phase, and stopped being on my feet so much. I traded in the drinking/smoking vices (for the most part) and picked up the "comfortable" vice. Choosing to nestle in happiness, I began putting on weight. Mind you, this is no fault of my wonderful and lovely Wife. Simply put, I apparently got the fucking happy bug and started getting fat.

Present day. A full 50-60 lbs. heavier then I really should be, I find myself unable to sleep... again. Will tomorrow be the day I finally decide to wake up when my alarm goes off a 7AM? Will I actually put on the running shoes and make my way out the door? Or will I actually just do like I do every other day of the week, and slap the snooze button until 8:30AM and sleep in the shower another 20 minutes until I wake up.

Perhaps I should look into purchasing a few "New Year's Resolution" vouchers. I hear they work sometimes.

--M