Remember how I had originally switched one of my 21 goals from running a half marathon to running a full one? Well, I hate to say that I am being forced to switch back to my original goal of running a half marathon.
I am going to be positive for the entire month of March. That is such a simple statement to write, but the thought of actually applying it to my life is positively (pun partially intended) terrifying. Most people who know me will attest to the fact that I am not the friend who sees the glass as being half full. Instead, I tend to think of the glass as being broken, with the water gushing out over the shards of glass. This negative mindset that I have so often is quite honestly terrible, and I am going to use the next 31 days as a jumpstart into what I hope will be a life of more positivity.
I was going to make a comment about how the title of this blog post evokes images of Julie Andrews spinning and singing in a mountain meadow, until I looked up that song from The Sound of Music. About one minute into the video, I realized that it is not as cheerful as I had remembered and was actually sung in a dark room of a nunnery, and that imagery is not exactly what I was going for. Anyway, moving on…
Vegan! Yes, after much consideration, I have decided that veganism will be the stringent diet that I am going to follow for thirty days. This goal is very exciting to me, because I have been wanting to push myself to try a radical departure from my typical diet, and I believe that a veganism is about as radical as I could get (aside from attempting a breatharian diet).
I have officially completed my most challenging and emotionally taxing goal. No, I did not run the marathon or hike to the top of a mountain. I went for two whole weeks without shaving. Those other goals that I just mentioned may seem like they would be the ones to stress me out, but it was actually the goal of not shaving for two weeks that has given me the most anxiety. Let me give you a little backstory to explain these anxious feelings.
I know that it is a little late to be doing this, but I am going to make some changes to the 21 goals that I came up with a few months ago. I had distinct reasons for each goal that I set when I first wrote them, and as I have thought them through and begun working through them, I have come to the conclusion that some of them need to be changed. The following contains a list of the goals that are being replaced:
I have officially done it; I have finished one whole week of only using the phone capability on my iPhone. This is one of my goals that I dreaded almost immediately after I wrote it down. The thought of having to give up the features on my phone that I use constantly throughout the day was unpleasant to say the least. I was putting off tackling this goal for a few months, but a week ago I decided that the best time to complete this challenge would be during my break from college for the holidays. Armed with the knowledge that this was the most convenient time to start this dreaded task, I jumped head-first into my week of expected misery.
This weekend I completed the goal of traveling to visit a friend. The semester at college had ended on Friday (12/11), and I thought that it would be fun to go somewhere before heading back home to New York. With this in mind, I had made plans a few weeks ago to visit John, my former RA at college, at his home in Delaware. I had not seen him for a few months, and I knew that it would be fun to spend the weekend hanging out. On Friday I set out for the trip, and an unforgettable weekend began.
When I came to the end of my year of not eating dessert, many people asked me what I would do next. Some worried that I would begin gorging on every bit of dessert in a ten mile radius, and others worried that I would continue abstaining from dessert (seriously, some people acted like it would be a bad thing to continue refraining from eating something that I will admit that I am addicted to). I too wondered what I would do for my next challenge. I wanted to do something that pushed me even further than the dessert fast had done, so I decided to complete twenty-one challenges instead of only one.
I never thought that I would be able to say this, but I have officially gone one whole year without dessert. It all started on my twentieth birthday when my friend Olivia told me that I should try to go off dessert for thirty days with her. Feeling full from the obscene amounts of pizza that I had just crammed into my mouth, I readily agreed to the challenge. The next day I realized that my overstuffed stomach had lured me into a false sense of confidence, because I was already wanting to drop out of the challenge.