I suppose I should talk about my resolutions for this New Year. I have a few, though I won’t tell you all of them for fear of complete failure and, as such, complete embarrassment. Instead, I’ll bring you up to date one of my public resolutions from last year which will also carry over into this year.
But it involves minor embarrassment.
You see, I didn’t quite meet my goal for last year’s resolution. I wanted to read fifty books. I really, really wanted to read fifty books. And, to be honest, it’s not like I had an uneventful, sit-back-and-read kind of year. I had a complicated pregnancy, a crazy toddler and the birth of the baby that is currently strapped to my chest as I sit here, writing about reading instead of reading. I got close. In fact, I got really, really close. How close?
How about forty-eight (and a half!) out of fifty?! How’s that for close?
And that’s what is embarrassing, really. I was thisclose to my goal. And fell just short. If I would have read two books in December (or, ya know, anything more than Christmas cards), I would have made my goal. I would have felt uber-accomplished. I would have succeeded! Instead, I feel so close, yet so far away, which I do sing every time I think about it.
Though I would like to take this short paragraph to say: If you counted the bagillion children’s books I read to BigBrother this year, I’d be closer to 300 than stuck at forty-eight-and-a-half. But, alas, I didn’t count those. Boo.
And so, this year, I’m subjecting myself to the same goal. Fifty books. Five-oh. Do I feel relatively insane setting such a lofty goal with BigBrother deep in the midst of the Terrible Two’s and LittleBrother being new, needy and most often attached to my breast? Yes, I do feel relatively insane considering those things even without the lofty goal so why not just throw the lofty goal in for good measure? To be honest, I don’t want to use The Boys as an excuse not to read. I want to push myself a little harder. Because, really? Even though I didn’t quite meet my 2007 book goal, I still read more books than the majority of Americans did this past year. And, well, really? I enjoyed myself (except for a few duds). It was great to get back to reading in the way that I used to before college ruined my zeal for books.
And enjoying myself is something I should strive to do in the middle of the insanity that is two boys!
And so, if you’d like to keep up with my 2008 reading goal, feel free to add me as a friend on GoodReads. If you don’t want to be my friend (boo!) but want to check up on my progress, you can look at my 2008 completed books list. Right now? It’s empty. (Gimme a break. It’s January 2nd! And I was snowed in at my parents’ until this morning!) Though I am three-quarters of the way finished with The Middle Place. (My review for that will be coming next week.)
Here’s to five-oh in oh-eight!
Now the question is: do I take my postpartum pregnancy weight loss public on the blog? Leave your comments here for-or-against whether or not I should document my weight loss. It will be slow going as I’m breastfeeding LittleBrother and do not plan on “dieting” in the traditional sense. Let me know if you, my readers, would be interested in following (words and pictures) my last post-baby weight loss ever. It’s my “other” New Year resolution… one I planned on keeping more private but figured it might go ahead and keep me on track if I went public.