granddaughter Lillian with daughter Alexis at the mall.

A New Year. A non-resolution resolution.

It's time again for the New Year's resolution. The resolutions we all seem to make and never seem to hold. Well I haven't made any this year but I thought about what I'd like to achieve, and I think that's where I'll go. As opposed to resolution that can be broken. I'm going to set three goals. A high goal, a medium goal, and a low goal. The liw goal: completely achievable create some success. The medium goal some stretch if not achieved still the low goal achieved, and a high one. The ultimate of what I like to do in a single year.

My low goal for this year physically; is to do a minimum of two days of running 3 miles or more and a minimum of two days of resistance 30 minutes or more. Diabetes; is to test my blood sugar a minimum of four times a day five days a week and take my medication daily.

My medium goal is to achieve the low goal plus train and run one marathon and one half marathon. Test my blood sugars six times a day six days a week.

The high goal is to run my hundred mile run in August and a test my blood sugar a minimum of 6 to 8 times daily seven days a week for the entire year to work on a A1C of 6.8

My beautiful grand daughter in her Christmas best.

now to figure out how to put a workglove over this bandage.

the start of my worldwide festival of races half marathon.

view from where we're staying in Dana Point.

Failure?

How many times have you . . .

Gone for a checkup, hoping for a good A1c test, and come away disappointed, discouraged, and basically feeling like, "Why bother"?

How many times have you . . .
Miscounted the carbs in a meal, only to be shocked when your meter shows you to be at toasty 307?

How many times have you . . .
Forgotten to bolus altogether before eating, and then remembered while you were not in a position to do anything about it?

How many times have you . . .
Found yourself startled from your sleep to find yourself covered in sweat, your heart pounding, your ears ringing, barely able to think straight? Simply because you took too much insulin, or you didn't eat enough. And then found yourself 'panic-eating' yourself to a rebound that would make the NBA interested in your technique?

How many times have you . . .

Left the house without your supplies?
Been tempted by that all too familiar 'starchy-off the glycemic-index chart' munchy thing . . . and given in?
Found yourself too exhausted to exercise, or too tired to participate in an activity, only to feel like a failure?

OR [insert your own life-scenario here]

How many times? Like a failure?
You, my friend, are SO NOT a failure! Let me say that again. You DID NOT FAIL! You are human. It happens.

Everyday, you are gonna get up, and no matter what you do, stuff is gonna happen to you. Some of it may be good, some of it may even be great, and some of it may fall into that category I call 'major suckage'. What determines which category it falls into? You do.

See, you, and you alone are going to be the one who ultimately decides how you are going to view all of the things that will happen to you during your day. You, and you alone. Oh, other people will try to tell you how you should feel, and even how you should act and react to all of these things. But ultimately, it's up to you. It's that inner voice we all hear in our head all day long. Not voices, that's quite another thing. Me? I talk to all of those voices, all day long. :-)

I'm talking about your own self dialoging. My thought is this; if ultimately, you are the only one who can decide how you feel about something, that also means that you are also the only one who can and will ultimately decide if that something your inner voice is talking to you about is a failure or not! It's all about attitude! It's not about the attitude, the words, the feelings, and the 'they meant well but were SO misguided' statements of those around us. It's what you think, and what you feel about 'the stuff' that matters.