Ahhhh a new year. For those of you who have been reading my blog for a long time you know that I love calendars, I love making lists, I love plans. Do I stick to them? Not usually. But I love the process of filling out a blank slate, plotting out my plans. I’ve been blogging for many years now. When I started blogging back in 2007 it was b/c I had Ironman dreams and I wanted to track my progress. Over the years I completed a few sprint tris, did a few marathons, took a few vacations, lost my father who I miss every day in an accident, changed a few jobs and most importantly I became a mother. If you were to click back through my posts most of them would not be worth reading, they aren’t interesting. They are just posts where I talk on and on about what I ate, how much I weigh and how much I ran. I have thought often of abandoning my blog. But I keep coming back, I enjoy the outlet. My goal for the new year is simple, be nicer to myself. I have spent the last 3 years blogging about it and many more years before it worrying about 10 lbs. 10 lbs that I want to lose, but 10 lbs that always seem to come back. And so what, it is what it is. I know that I am strong and I know that these tree trunk legs can get me through a marathon, they can swim/bike and run their way through a middle of the pack tri and best of all they can squat down and pick up my bundle of joy and carry her around the house. And really isn’t that what matters? Isn’t this what makes life interesting: This blog is going to become much more interesting, I promise you that. There will be more life antidotes. There will be more talk about being a vegetarian and how hugely important that has become in my life b/c once those meat eating blinders are off, how can you ever look back? Meat is mean people plain and simple. I am going to be working on converting Harper to a vegetarian, but first I have to become a better well rounded veggie cook. I will be leaning on Peas and Thank you for that. I want to embrace Cleveland and learn to love it like my good friend over at Unmiserable Cleveland. I want to get out each weekend and do something, not just run and sit around the house with the kid. So, watch out 2011, watch out Cleveland, here I come.