The older I get, the less I’m apt to make New Year’s Resolutions—probably because I only find failure and then a deeper sense of hopelessness in changing for the better. In January, however, I started working out again, mainly because we get some fitness reimbursement through Ryan’s work that needed to be in December’s billing. And after a year of amazing, uncharacteristic consistency 😉, I’ve come to this conclusion. You can resolve your brains up, down, in, out, and all around, but in the end, it has to be something you enjoy and WANT to come back to, because it won’t stick otherwise—if that looks like a treadmill and your favorite audiobook or rowing a boat, it has to speak to you. I found something (Pure Barre, in case you wondered) that holds my attention—it has for a year. I’m stronger and more toned because of it. I’ve also found, as superficial as it might sound, that if I’m wearing something I feel good in and happy wearing, I’m also more likely to workout. We only get one body, so take care of it. Just my two cents. Also. This shirt. I couldn’t not, right?!