Just Juicing

On the fifth day of 2016 I've finally gotten around to both thinking and blogging about my resolutions for this year. Truthfully, I struggled with starting this post. The problem (as I see it) is that the subject is so cliched that everything I think of, no matter how earnestly genuine, sounds like a regurgitated replica of what I've written and resolved for the past three years. 

Honestly, some of it is same stuff, different year (same post, different blog). Of course, my ultimate life goals remain consistent: to be a better version of myself; to travel longer, farther, and more frequently; to overcome fear; to continue learning and maturing; to be healthier; and enjoy my life more. But then again, who doesn't want those things?! You see what I mean...been there, resolved that.

So, if my resolution is to conjure up a new, unique yearlong goal, I've aced the exam. I've resolved that 2016 will be the year of the juice. Yes, I realize that I'm several years late to the juicing party, but why start being hip and trendy now? (Not this year's resolution. Maybe next year.) 

Anyway, back on topic, my inspiration for juicing is twofold: I was Christmas-gifted a new blender that I'm itching to use. Secondly, I'm always plotting how to squeeze more vegetables into my diet (if I eat one. more. salad - my usual standby - for lunch, I swear I'll hork); this seems an easy way to do that while taking a necessary salad break and mixing up (ha ha) my stale lunch menu, embracing change ("turn and face the strange"), which is never my favorite thing, but often the most beneficial thing, in the process. A classic win-win.

And juicing could be beneficial for another practical reason. Apparently I enjoyed the holidays a little too much because I've noticed that my pants have had a snugger fit around my waist during the past few days. And while I'd like to think maybe it's just a bad time of the month and I could, perchance, be retaining water, it's more likely that my recent overindulgence is to blame.

To start this year off right, I need to cut the crap, chuck the chocolate, and start juicing my way back into my non-fat pants. Now I'm motivated to do just that.