Now where have I heard that statement from… oh yeah the senior managers at work… apparently 2010 will be a defining year (at work). Well if this is the case I suppose I better make some crap, erm I mean resolutions for the new year.
Weight – As you know I aint exactly a thin bean sprout… now its not that I dont go to the gym as until I had the bike accident I was pretty much a gym bunny. Very into my BTS (spinning, Combat etc), so much so I have most of the DVD’s! Well now I have somehow managed to hit the 12st mark…. I know its scary! As such one of the main aims of this year is to try and get this under control. I dont want to enter the tender blissfull midlife crisis age (otherwise known as 30) being a fat twat. Therefore… the goal… should I wish to accept it… is to aim to get to 11st (maybe even 10.5st… but lets not get too excited here!) and waist size down to 32″…. currently im 34″.
I can hear you saying “yes but fatman… how do you intend doing this?”. Well my dear children im going to “fight the flab” on a two angle approach. First things first I am changing the diet, completely. Out go the Tesco 5 minute meals and in come the very healthy bean sprouts (yes they say you are what you eat). Now I switched to eating salads, brown bread, white meat and fish about a week ago, as yet I have not noticed any radical change other than my belly is making much more noise than it usually does. This I hope is a minor affect of radical diet change. The second front on this major change is the exercise regime. As you may know I go to a local gym (that I chose not because of the equipment but more because of the calibre of the football players that use it!), as part of the new healthy me I want to try and go to the gym more often. By this I mean a minimum of 3 times a week and doing intensive exercise. BTS was the corner stone of my previous love affair with the gym, unfortunately this gym does not have any BTS classes but does have their version of spinning with Abigail the very unattractive instructor, but alas I feel I should give it a good go. I may even publish some of the results of my gym system on the blog (yes its a posh gym that emails me my stats every month!).
So when I have gained my six pack through this major amount of gyming (and assuming that genetics plays no part in my life, and that I will remain fat as my dad and grandad were fat)… I will be an adonis. This will improve my confidence with guys and may improve my probability of getting laid, although may have the added advantage of turning me into a cunt as well (see previous pretty boy experience).
One other main aim this year is to try and meet as many people as possible. For far too long I have lived on my own and had a handful of friends, most of which live far away and I struggle to keep in touch with (other than on facebook). As part of this strive for self improvement and “defining the year” lets make a concerted effort to make new friends, meet new people, have more fun. Life is about sharing things with people who you love and respect and can relate to. I recall university was never about the place (after all Hull really is a shit hole) it was about the people you met, the relationships you had, the memories you shared. I cant recreate Hull, and probably wouldnt want to. But I can make new friends, create new memories and maybe even forge new relationships.
I have already started this lust for new friends – even this weekend I went out and met new people. A nice guy who I know through the Internet (and another friend), and a lovely couple who are friendly – and can cook! (yes I stuck to the healthy food before you make comment!).
As well as making new friends, this year should be about ensuring the friends that you have are nurtured. Like a plant a friendship needs some care and attention to ensure that it blossoms, without this care and attention it will wither and die. I have a company car… lets see how many miles I can rack up in it visiting my friends!
Finally as this is also my final year before encroaching on the mid life crisis arena (otherwise known as the 30’s) I must complete operation “lets fuck off to another country”. The plan was written when I was 25 and stated that by the time im 30 I will have visited Canada and New Zealand, deciding which country I want to settle in and started the emigration process. Well the countdown timer is running. New Zealand must happen this year. Or the plan will fail and I will end up a toothless buck living out of a tin can in Newcastle – or even worse… still working in the same company in the same job for the next 50 years, and still single!
So… in 353 days I will hopefully be able to report that I have slept with loads of guys, look like Zack Braff and have moved to Canada, let the countdown begin!