At the end of December, I thought about giving up some of the things I love. My jeans were tight again and I was feeling burnt out on overindulgence. This happens every year. The holidays arrive and there are cookies everywhere. My days are loose, and so I drink extra coffee. By evening, my mind is still spinning from caffeine and so I drink a glass of wine to settle down. And then I eat more cookies. While I eat, I ask myself if I even really want them, or if I’m just eating them because it seems like I should want them. The idea of January 1 with its clean slate and healthy mandate starts to sound like a relief from all of this rigorous consumption.
I thought maybe I’d give up bread, and cheese.
I thought maybe I’d give up wine, and coffee.
I thought maybe I’d exercise six days a week.
And then I changed my mind. On December 30, I fed my sourdough starter and made dinner rolls. I ate them warm with butter and a bowl of potato leek soup and I thought: this is not a practice that needs to end. Making bread is an all-day process that grounds me. Unlike the cookies, it brings me genuine comfort. I wondered what would happen if I made my resolutions softer and more playful, advisory rather than punitive. I wanted them to feel like a friendly bird on my shoulder, not a drill sergeant.
I decided I wouldn’t give up anything, but instead I’d focus on guidelines, that I would see how my body felt if coffee and alcohol became things I only drank two days of the week. I decided that if there was a window in my day where I could make it to the gym, then I would. And I decided to start cooking a pot of brown rice every few days so that I would eat more whole grains, less bread.
So far, it’s felt a little magic, living with these soft resolutions. I made it to the gym four times this week. Each time I go, I step on the treadmill and tell myself I don’t have to stay very long. But the first ten minutes pass quickly, and when I check my stats I see that I’ve already run nearly a mile. I give my permission to press the stop button whenever I want, and something about that permission makes me want to keep going. I bump up the speed and the resistance. I run until my eyelids sweat. I come home and eat my brown rice and my salad. I ask myself if that’s really what I want for dinner, and for now the answer is yes, although I often follow up with ice cream for dessert.
It is January 17 as I write this, and I do not feel deprived or punished. I also know that this won’t last forever, that eventually the treadmill will lose its novelty, as will brown rice and salad. But that’s the thing about my soft resolutions. I won’t let them turn into failures. I will only keep them as long as they serve me.
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Great article. I think we all definitely need to try and adopt a kinder attitude to ourselves around this time of the year! x
These are my kind of resolutions. I love the idea of exercising as long as you want and not putting concrete requirements on ourselves. I think I could do that! Thanks for sharing this.
I love the “friendly bird on my shoulder, not a drill sergeant.” Gives me something to ponder on as I go for a walk in the snow today.
I too was relieved when January rolled over and smiled, crisp and cold. I just found my writing from the writing workshop you taught last winter as we dug into the darker season. You gave us some wonderful poems to inspire and spark our minds and hearts during a time of year when many things lose their luster. Cooking healthy and nutritious food is a powerful way to nourish and love ourselves. Here’s to a healthy and happy year for all of us!
Love the tenderness in these soft resolutions, which sound like acts of giving to yourself. And also strikes me that perhaps the roughness that people can treat themselves with to garner certain results might be more easily and enjoyably attained when approached with softness and receptivity. Thanks for the inspiration, Jenn!
This sounds like a fantastic way to make healthy changes, well done 😊
I love that you are being kind to yourself. It’s so much more important than people give kindness credit for. Keep on collecting those birds xoox
I like the way you think, and I’m glad to hear that you’re loving the softer resolutions!