There are 104 days until my birthday, which is actually/usually when I feel all "new year" reflective. But until then, here's moving towards my goals.
I got up this morning and went to the gym. I've been eating healthy all week, and feel motivated to do it again this week.
And because, for whatever reason, weight loss commercials this time of year only outnumber online dating services, I'm dipping the toe back in.
You'll remember I started up in early fall, and then as things with Adam progressed and halted, and then as a couple birth mother matches progressed and halted, I sort of moved away, took a break, didn't take it seriously.
And so I can't just have the gym as the thing that keeps me occupied. And because I have two friends who are also jumping in the online dating arena, I'll give it another go. I've been challenged to send an email a day to prospective dates. It is a numbers game, after all.
So think of my, not just when you see a pregnant teenager, but also when you hear that your co-worker's brother is looking for a cool chick. He must like sports. I've been down that avenue where they don't like sports. I can't do it. There is more to me -- and to life -- than sports, but sports are important for me. He should be family-oriented, kind, smart, honest, generous, confident, funny and attractive.
Signing off to go watch football. And send out my email for the day.
Happy new year. And to repeat what I wrote on Facebook yesterday: Here's hoping that 2012 brings health, wealth and happiness to family and friends. And to my waiting friends (me included), a dream fulfilled.