Magnolia’s 6-Month Challenge: Day 5 Attitude Adjustment

I’m feeling physically better today, less vertigo-ish, though it’s still lingering a little bit if I tip my head too far to one side of the other.  Strange, strange thing that vertigo and unfortunately, a reminder to me of my age.

Snow has taken over our life, but I think I may actually be able to make it to the gym today in spite of it all.  I will be making one very serious effort to get there, even if it means I only walk the track.  With vertigo, Yoga is out of the question.

Besides, perky little Joy-elle would insist that I do the positions anyway because…”it will help with your inner-ear problems”.

Joy-elle is maybe 20?  She knows not of what she speaks. But, rather than school her in the ways of mid-life, I’ll avoid her instead.

2010 – Chinese Year of the Tiger (hear me roar )

I made a decision that 2010 is going to be my year.  The year of menopause (should I be so blessed) and the year that I push out of limiting mind sets, fears and general self-defeating internal dialogue.

Clearly, extenuating circumstances (snow, colds, vertigo) will always test my resolve in one way or another, but I am simply determined that this year is going to be the year of change for me.

None of this falls under the official heading of “resolutions” because I believe that if you want to change, EVERY day is the opportunity for that.  Yeah, I understand why people like to begin with a New Year, but if we’re serious about change, the New Year is just another day like every other day.

Dave Navarro from Rock Your World (one of my favorite bloggers) did an excellent post on this recently.  Check it out here. You might even subscribe to his blog.  He’s one of the few that I subscribe to, but when you read his blog, you’ll see why.

The Year of Sobriety

I’ve said this more times than I care to count and perhaps more times than you all care to hear about, but the wine thing has continued to be an issue for me.

Not in the sense that I’m an out of control, raging alcoholic.  I’m not.  My children have all said they don’t know why I fret over it so much because as far as they’re concerned I don’t have a drinking problem at all.

Perhaps this is why it’s such a challenge for me to stop drinking red wine. I’m not one of those sloppy, falling down in the gutters kind of drinkers.  Never have been.  In fact, when I back a way from it, I literally go days without it even crossing my mind.  Out of sight, out of mind, kind of thing with me.  So, can you see why I wrestle with this?  Maybe not.

Anyway.

The problem I have with drinking wine is that when I drink it, I tend to do nothing else.  I become totally unproductive and THAT bugs me more than anything.

I hate oversleeping because I stayed up too late enjoying the Cabernet or the Red Zinfandel.  It frustrates me and then I start whacking myself over the head and well, all of that negative self-talk drives me into a depression.  I hate that too.

So, I have to come to clear terms with this issue and make a decision.  This will be the last thing I have to say about it from here on out. The rationalizing must cease and that’s that, you know?

So, let’s get this thing started, shall we?