If it's any help, I totally compare people to Teppy and find them lacking.

"Doesn't look nearly as good in a Cherry Rockabilly Dress as Teppy."

"Doesn't look nearly as good in a Cherry Rockabilly Dress as Teppy."

So many don't. It's unfortunate for them, really.

Alas, that dress has long since ceased being a dress, because the seams on the bodice were wearing out. It is, however, still a killer skirt. But I've kind of overthrown cherries for my new main squeeze, polka dots. I can't stop buying polka-dotted things, especially dresses. Soon I will be a cartoon character.

There are many worse things to be!

As long as I'm not, say, Pepe Le Pew. He's got ISSUES.

I don't remember holidays wiping me out before the last couple of years. I need Geritol. Or to exercise more.

I used to have stamina. And muscles. My back muscles used to be like steel cables, man. Now they're like mush. Between the depression (I did not know how depressed I was. I was very depressed.) and the uncontrolled asthma and the desk job, I've become totally sedentary the last few years. It's had its effect on my health; I'm fairly sure most of my current health problems are due to lack of exercise, and I'm determined to fix that.

One of my New Year's Resolutions is to walk a 5K in April.

That's awesome! (I'm not doing that. Not this year, anyway. My goals are far more modest. I want to be able to walk around the block without wheezing and without needing to collapse afterward.)

My other HUGE resolution is to stop comparing myself to other people.

Oh, yes. Me too. This is very hard.

The hardest thing for me, though, is comparing myself to the Me I used to be. I used to be slim and in good shape and, you know, young. It's really hard not to expect myself (at 51) to still be that person, with that same energy and that same hair and that same skin. I know I can be better than this, I can be in better health, but I don't know what "better" at this age, for me, is going to look or feel like, so I don't know, realistically, what I should expect. I'm just going to eat better and exercise more and see what happens, I guess.

As long as I'm not, say, Pepe Le Pew. He's got ISSUES.

Or Krazy Kat, a cat of indeterminate sex infatuated with a mouse who throws bricks at him/her.

Or Krazy Kat, a cat of indeterminate sex infatuated with a mouse who throws bricks at him/her.

This might actually be Tim and me. In that order.

I am generally anti-resolution, but in favor of anyone freeing oneself from comparisons to others. So, um, yeah. Go Team Self-actualization. Or something.

Yay polka dots! I love polka dots. I feel on much surer ground with that one.

Found my heart rate monitor! I am unstoppable now.

I am generally anti-resolution

I am, too! I haven't made resolutions in YEARS. But I've been wanting the deadline of a specific 5K so I had a date to aim/train for, and once I found the superhero one for April, I figured, well, now I have a concrete date/goal, and that IS a resolution. And I've been yelling at my brain for a while now about the whole comparison thing, so I thought, well, I need to take steps to move toward not doing that, which (one might say) is me *resolving* to do something.

So I figured I'd call them New Year's resolutions. Which means I've got less than a week to be a lazy butt who has no Emmy.

Honestly, I have been having the same semantic discussion with myself. I've got these plans and goals, and I'm starting working on them Jan 1, but am I resolved? I don't know, I am hung up on the word.

But for me, not for you. Be resolute if you wanna be!