2013 is gonna be my year!
I know. I say that every year.
But I mean it this time. Real talk.
Dumb Dad gave me a gym membership for Christmas. I am ignoring the catalyst for such a gift and am choosing instead to focus on how awesome it will be to go to the gym a few days a week to take advantage of the included babysitting work on my fitness. I will be bumping that Fergie song everyday when I hit the treadmill. Or the cycles. Or whatever they have in gyms in 2013 (I honestly don’t know since I haven’t been inside of one since he 90s).
Also, Weight Watchers and I have officially lost 22lbs! And a ridiculous amount of jean sizes…
Stop looking at the cute dog and focus here. See the sticker on my thigh? Size 6 jeans, baby (I started at a 10-12)! And, yes, they’re buttoned.
I weigh a toddler less now than I did two months ago and, with my added gym time and the Just Dance 4 I received for Christmas, I fully intend to continue this weight loss trend into 2013.
Originally, I was also planning to make this the year my blog skyrockets to the top. The year I become the next Ms. Scary Pioneer Dooce. Only, I think we all know that ain’t gonna happen. Not this year or any other.
My ability to rock the blogosphere with witty posts and whatnot has not flourished the way I imagined it would. Or at all. As a matter of fact, my awesome remains largely undiscovered by the masses and I imagine such will continue into the next calendar year. And beyond.
So I’m focusing on attainable goals:
1. Losing more weight and firming up my wiggly regions to reach my ultimate goal (hotness!) by the time I celebrate my 6th 29th birthday this May. I intend to lose 20 more pounds by then, the majority of which needs to come from my back area. Leave my boobs and booty out of this please, they are fine how they are.
2. Be a better blogger. Just logistically speaking. I can’t make you like me.
3. Finally put curtains up to the windows of this house we’ve lived in for 6 years. And, get rid of “homicide couch” and “matted dog hair rug”. And, maybe look into some wall art, custom lighting, and end tables. This is my roundabout way of telling Dumb Dad we are decorating our family room. I’ve convinced him it’s less expensive if we do it piece by piece. I have no tangible proof of this however.
4. Buy life insurance.
Wait? What? Life insurance? What’s that got to do with losing weight, decorating my house, and being blog awesome?!
Okay, fine, mostly nothing.
Fixing the blog is a stand alone goal that I’ve committed myself to every year since this blog’s inception 4 years ago. One of these years I am certain it will actually get done.
Getting fit, decorating my house, and buying life insurance, on the other hand, are all part of my master plan to make the year I turn 35 29Again the year I also start being a grown up. I intend to live better, eat healthier, and be on overall better human being. This includes ensuring that, should I meet an untimely demise, Dumb Dad and The Dudes will be taken care of. At least financially (No one can replace me, husband, you hear me?! NO ONE!).
Now, this is probably gonna make me actually sound like a Dumb Mom, but I really never thought I needed life insurance. Being an income-less stay-at-home-mom, I failed to realize how important life insurance would be to my family in the event that I don’t, um, live long and prosper.
I realized recently that I was *gasp* wrong. Majorly in fact.
After reading Life Insurance 101 and learning all kinds of info about how it works and why we need it, I realized that stay at home moms do need love and chocolate and back massages life insurance just as much as working moms do.
Think of all of the services we provide our families that they would need to outsource without us around to manage them. You could use a life insurance calculator to figure out your contributions more accurately…
But, I think it’s safe to say that it’s not likely that they will be able to find a car driving, treat baking, butt wiping, barf cleaning, dinner making, lunch packing, homework checking, boo-boo kissing, fight refereeing, self-esteem building, cuddling, coddling, laundry fairy to rock their worlds the way you do. But, they will need a bunch of money to try.
Plus funeral costs, and time off for healing and counseling, and all of that other morbid-but-true-stuff you need to seriously think about even if you don’t want to.
When I sat down and read Life Insurance 101 and then took a second to really think about how amazingly helpful I am the things I contribute to my family, I realized that I sorta owe it to them to make sure they will have the needed fundage to bribe hire someone capable to handle all of those things should I no longer be around to do it.
I used to make my final excuse a cop out about how I can’t afford it but, in the end, okay, before the end, when I think about it, life insurance costs lest than all of these pretty things and we all know that at least a couple of them will be calling my house home by the end of 2013…
So, that settles it.
In 2013 I will be slimmer, fitter, happier, and better dressed. I will eat healthy, have a well appointed family room, be only slightly uncomfortable with the fact that I am half way to 40, and be at least somewhat more appreciated by my family due to the fact that I intend to constantly remind them that I need to be. Chances are, my popularity online and in life will not increase (please don’t let it decrease), and I will holdfast at being mediocre at blogging. I will also probably have less money. But, dammit, I WILL have life insurance!
What’s on your agenda for 2013.