Most of the time I love goals. They’re like dreams just waiting to come true.
Some times, though, I hate goals. Especially when I have to own up to them…
It’s halfway through September and it’s time to see how we’re doing on our September goals.
Goal #1 – Fill up the Bound Together Workshop
My mom loves to pray. It’s her favorite activity in the entire world. So before I even joined the September Goal Meet-up I had my mom praying for these workshops. Her prayers, however, came with a stipulation.
“Don’t speak badly about what is being prayed for. You cannot pray for something and then talk about how it can’t or won’t happen. Prayer doesn’t work that way. Joyce Meyer said.”
So that is all I’m going to say about that.
Goal #2 – Make dinner once a week. Without a drive thru.
This has been easy because I started the Abs Diet (the only diet I’ve ever had any success with) last week and there aren’t many options available at the drive thru. Even better is that my wonderful mother-in-law got us a subscription to Cooking Light and September had TONS of great recipes. So I’m doing surprisingly well with this one. Mark isn’t the biggest fan (and even SAW I MADE DINNER and asked for Taco Bell, instead. I KNOW!), but he’ll survive.
Goal #3 – Workout for 25 minutes.
Excuses beginning in 3…2…
Here’s the thing. The underlying goal was to lose weight. The Abs Diet is doing that for me. I can already tell that it’s working because the muffin top that sometimes forms when I wear a certain pair of pj boxers is shrinking. Shrinking AS IF I were doing 25 minutes of jumping jacks every day. Even though I’m not. I should be. But I’m not.
Quit being so judgmental.
Goal #4 – Read through Ephesians.
Wow. I am obviously NOT a champ when it comes to goals. The closest I’ve gotten to reading Ephesians is this tweet.
And I just want everyone to know that that little admission (not reading the Bible regularly) just lost me my seat at Thanksgiving dinner. Thanks.
And I’m making a Goal #5 which is “Comment on more blogs”. I put you people in my Google Reader and I laugh, cry, think about what you write, but I never come over to your place to comment. To interact. This is bad. I must stop.
Right now, I’m thinking “Why share your horrible goal meeting abilities with the world? Hide, Woman, hide!” but I’m going to share. I have 2 weeks to do better, and dangit, I’m going to use public humiliation to fuel that fire!