It's a New Year, and I'm recommitting

I've decided that I need to make writing a daily priority.  After all, the brain needs exercise as much as the body, right?  Nevermind the fact that it is the second, so on the very first day of the year, I've already blown a goal.  Add to this the fact that you, the poor reader will probably be subjected to some very mediocre writing, since I'm going to have to come up with something every single day (or thereabouts- just the committment factor alone of daily is making me twitch).

So about this time every year I start trying to organize everything-I purge my closets, start going through the freezer and the pantry, restart my weightloss and fitness program, you name it.  Maybe it's too much at once, but up until last year I was maintaining my diet and exercise goals, even though I wasn't actually losing much weight.  The best part about that is I didn't gain much weight.  And this past Christmas, I actually chose not to make desserts.  I made a batch of cookie dough, most of which I sent home frozen with my son.  But I didn't make one pie, cake or pastry.  Not even as dessert with Christmas dinner.  I bought some gelato, but no one ate it.  And that's why I didn't make dessert.  Because no one else will eat it!  I like it, but if I make it, then I feel obligated to eat it.  So this year, I skipped it.  No one complained, or even noticed, I don't think. 

Hopefully, I can start this new year loosely scheduling my day (work, cook, exercise, clean up/prep for next day, write, sleep, repeat) and it won't be too horrifying.  If I don't get sucked into the vortex of TV watching, I'm hoping to accomplish all these daily tasks, while getting more sleep per night than I did last year. 

Wish me luck.  I'll let you know in a few days if it's going to work.