January tends to be a bit of a black hole of a month for me, and this year was no exception. When I say a black hole, I mean that it's really dark, and it makes stuff disappear. Time disappears, and I disappear a little as well. My energy and high spirits, especially.
This year it flew by, thankfully. I spent it in transit, visiting a string of metropoles one after the other: Trondheim, Kristiansund, Lillehammer, Dublin, Odense, Svendborg, Stockholm (albeit just for an hour and a half, got in a nice walk and a cuppa though), Linköping, Karlstad and last but not least Gautefall which is a small place far, far up in the mountains of Telemark. Lovely though. With all that time spent in plains, trains and buses I got a fair bit of reading done, which is good since one of my new years resolutions is to read at least 26 books in 2010 (preferably more like 52).
I have another new years resolution that might sound familiar if you read a few blogposts back: yes, I did try cutting sugar before to no avail. But a new year and the prospect of triple digits on the (metric) scales does wonders for motivation. Now I am allowed an exemption for a nice little piece of cake in the company of good friends, but with the condition that this too will be revoked should I start bending the definition of "nice little" to mean "quarter" or "good friends" to mean the postman or someone who lives on the street who I pay to eat cake with me. And this far it has not been going too badly. I've also mostly been able to stay off the crisps. Alcohol too, with one major and one minor exception. It is very hard not to drink at a kick-off. I tried last year, and it was indeed possible but not much fun when everyone else is partying like there is no tomorrow. A wise (?) colleague told me it takes the alcohol 10 days to leave the body, which should make me sober again just about now. Great fun though. But as we all know alcohol and inhibitions don't go together, and the very first inhibitions to fly out the window are of course the ones we don't really have (dessert. crisps. double bacon whopper cheese meals with large milkshake. that kind of thing).
I've even been to the gym a fair few times, I learnt my lesson from last year and now have my incentive system firmly in place. It consists of a monthly calendar where I get a gold star every time I exercise. That's right, just like they do to make the brats clean their rooms in Nanny 911. Works a charm. Unless you don't have a calendar (or, I suppose, a grid chart).
Other new years resolutions include achieving at least one single digit placement in the pubquiz this spring (best placement to date on a very lucky day with the full team assembled is 10th), and writing a short story a month. It's not good to keep all your eggs in one basket, you know.
Keeping this busy, eating healthy, getting exercise and making sure to get some daylight every day is doing a great job of keeping the winter blues away, so yay for that. Here's to keeping it up!












