"New year, new me!"
Yeah, OK.
"No, seriously, I'm going be a better version of me in 2019."
That's the same thing you said last year, remember?
"Well, yes, but..."
That's my point. Good intentions and sincerity turned into the same old you.
"Hold on a minute. I ate better, lost weight and got my A1c down over 2 full points,"
Yeah, you did...for awhile. Then good ol' Mr Temptation eased his way right back into the mix, though.
"Hey, but I did what I set out to do, didn't I?"
True. You're doing OK with the blood sugar and slipped up just a little on the 'eating right' deal but, overall, I guess you were a little different. So, what's it gonna be this year?
"Well, for one thing, I AM going to write a little more. I also want to let go of a few things, you know, put the past behind me and just keep moving forward. 'Can't change the past', as they say, and regret doesn't do anyone any good. I also will be making a concerted effort to get rid of smokeless tobacco."
Really? HA! How many times have you tried that one, then crashed and burned?
"I admit, its been very difficult; this time, though, I have a little extra motivation."
Oh yeah? What's that?
"Her name is Mila, my month-old granddaughter. She's gonna need her Papaw so I have to kick that habit. I mean, who else will make her ornery and spoil her? Plus my wife will be happy if I get rid of the pouches, too."
Yeah, gotta keep your redheaded angel happy. I mean, she's the one who turned you around and got life back on track for you. You owe that woman a lot.
"Yes I do; she sure could have done a lot better than me, that's for sure. I'm a lucky guy."
No, you're blessed. You also need to stop with the self-negativity, bub.
"That's true. If she's happy, I'm happy. Still, when I look in the mirror while shaving, I wonder what she sees in me. She sure didn't marry me because I'm dashingly handsome."
There you go again...
"Right. Sorry."
So, how soon do the pouches go away? It IS January 1st....
"How about....NOW?"
