Ho Hum New Year
I’m not a big party person, so New Year’s Eve holds no sway over me. I feel no obligation to party like it’s 1999. Chrissy and I usually sleep through the countdown. I think that we woke up briefly for it last year, just by happy coincidence, but then quickly passed out again afterwards. I think that I have an honest defense this year, however. I’m not anti-social, I’m just damn tired.
First, I got up at 6:30 AM with Aiden. I don’t think that it’s possible for me to stay awake for eighteen hours, so being awake for the countdown later that night was right out. I guess I could have taken a nap at some point during the day, but sixteen-month-olds don’t allow for mid-day sleeping. I think that I was shoveling snow during Aiden’s nap time, so no nap for Daddy. I crashed at 9 PM and did not open my eyes again until 9 AM the next morning. Chrissy shook me a little shortly after midnight, since she had woken up to the sound of fireworks, but I was dead to the world.
I did make a New Year’s Resolution though. My doctor says that I can’t drink alcohol until my liver slims down, since he thinks that it’s riddled with fatty deposits. I was told to lose twenty percent of my body weight, which is about twice as much as I thought I could reasonably do. So, I hereby resolve to lose forty pounds by my birthday. I’ve been exercising more during the last few months (by “more”, I mean twice a week for an hour), but I’ll really have to hit the bike regularly if I’m going to make my goal. Wish me luck! It should be a healthier new year for me.
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