As we near the end first week of January, I’m proud to report that I’ve kept all of my New Year’s resolutions. Or I would have if I had made any. Perhaps I’ve kept yours.
I don’t typically make New Year’s resolutions. Or perhaps I should say, I don’t make typical New Year’s resolutions.
Let it be noted that this week, I took a Zumba class, attended a Weight Watchers meeting, started a new book (reading, not writing), cleaned out and reorganized my refrigerator and tried to donate a pint of blood. Tried, because I apparently didn’t have enough iron for the Red Cross. I then went out and bought a gargantuan head of kale.
If I had resolved to exercise, lose weight, read more, get organized, do for humanity and buy healthful foods, I’d have aced it this week. One down, fifty-one to go.
Notice I said, “healthful,” not “healthy.” Things are healthful. People are healthy. Kale, anyone?
Word Nymph 
I resolved to be resolute, and to keep my promises, and this time, I mean it.