There was some slight cleaning up yesterday. I went to the gym. We ate something not associated with Christmas. There are signs that the celebration is winding down slightly chez fibermom. So I am planning my New Year’s goals.
You can find, in blogland, lots of explanations of why people don’t choose to make New Year’s resolutions. I have New Years’ goals rather than resolutions, but I like them. I like having goals, I like traditions, I like the calendar. I usually have about 10 goals, and I like to spend the last few days of the year mulling them over.
The most popular New Year’s resolutions in the U.S. are about health, finances, and enjoying life with friends and family (or sometimes just plain enjoying life).
I have goals about my family and friends, but they do not require a lot of research and planning. As you can probably tell, my family is my number one priority, so those goals come naturally. I also don’t have to work very hard at goals about reading, music, or creative endeavors. Goals about enjoying life sound sad, but they may also just be like writing “eat chocolate” on your to-do list — making resolutions you can’t fail at. I just read a list of resolutions that included watching a new DVD every week. Thre is such a thing as setting the bar too low.
I had a financial goal, but my husband’s car purchase knocked that on its head.
But I do have health-related goals. For the past couple of years, my health goals have been pretty pathetic. “Do what the doctor says” and “Don’t become more decrepit than necessary” are not inspiring goals. The one about following orders was actually pretty good for the first year, but it is too minimalist for repeated use. I figured I could just keep my doctor-mandated workout going and as I got older, it would offset my increasing decrepitude. Strength Training for Women says that the years after 35 should be considered a “maintenance phase.” However, my increasing decrepitude has not kept pace with my workout. My doctor wants my numbers to continue improving, and they don’t with the same workout. And it is not as though I don’t know that the body adapts to a particular routine and needs increasing challenges, but I don’t really know how to increase the challenge. Clearly, I need a new fitness goal.
I got help from this website: RealAge.com. They ask you quite a lot of questions, basically the same ones your doctor asks you, and then they calculate your physical age (as distinct from your chronological age)and give you recommendations for improving your score. Mine make good New Year’s resolutions or goals. I was glad to see that my physical age is five and a half years younger than my chronological age, since that suggests that I am staving off decrepitude pretty well.
I am trying to get my daughter to take the test, since I want to know what happens when a really young person does it. If you are chronologically 22 and they calculate you at 45, then you are clearly doing something wrong. But you wouldn’t want to be a physical age 15, would you? And they wouldn’t recommend that you do stuff to keep getting physiologically younger if you were young to start with, would they?
I am curious about this. If any of you young people try this, let me know, okay?
Anyway, they acknowledge that I am doing the amount and kind of exercise that doctors want you to do, but they recommend that I step it up, and have some specific suggestions for doing so. Essentially, their program would keep my current cardio (increasing the intensity and variety) and add quite a bit more strength training. I will have to read fewer blogs in the morning to fit it in, but I think I can do that. I look forward to having sore muscles again.
They also called me on the few remaining saturated fats and simple carbohydrates I eat, told me to take vitamins (I guess I print out the specific list and go read labels till I find one that matches their suggestions), and to make some other little changes — one of which actually was to get a larger car for safety’s sake.
Maybe I will take up driving my husband’s new car. But I don’t think I can give up cheese.