I'm right on top of that, Rose!

I am a list and goals person.  If you ask me to do something for you, one of my eyebrows will likely assume a hostile pointy shape and shoot to the top of my forehead.  However if you write a list of to-do's on a fresh white sheet of paper with a fresh highlighter next to it and leave it in my path - FORGET IT.  Consider that shit DONE! 

I'm always working on a long list of professional to-do's (I work in events and run 70+ corporate events per year), not to mention to-do's for home (even more so now that we're trying to sell our place), and constantly working on lists for Lucy: all things to buy and do for her safety and happiness.  However I am rarely working on personal goals... So I'm using this opportunity to organize some goals for myself and pencil them down.  This opportunity being New Year's Resolutions, um, just a tad bit late? 

My mental list is about a mile long, but I have decided to focus on four important NYR's:

• Get back to pre-baby weight. I had gained a total of 42 lbs the day before Lucy was born. That includes Lucy and the “extras” (come on now, I could have been SO MUCH MORE VULGAR right there). But they say you only lose 10-15 lbs the day you give birth. So there was a good 25 lbs of pure fat on me, which pretty much melted away without any special effort. The last 8 lbs though… time to go.
• Exercise
• Make healthy food choices
• Be rested. I have this terrible habit of staying up very late.  Like until 1 or 2 in the morning almost every night when I get up at 6 during the week and 7 on the weekends.  Even after Lucy’s bottles are made for the next day, the laundry is done, the kitchen is clean… I’m usually up doing non-imperatives (blogging, ahem) and I think it stems from the feeling of not having enough hours in a day.  It feels like an odd form of procrastination.
• Be in bed by 11:30.  Clearly this one will have to start tomorrow.
• Cut losses.  Because time is more precious to me now than ever.  No reason to waste it doing things that are not important to me.
• And finally... Stop dressing like an ass hole. Partly because my pre-baby clothes don’t fit quite right, my outfits have been largely experimental. And largely NOT GOOD.  And largely LARGE.  GTFO frumpapotamus.

I imagine a lot of moms focus heavily on family, work, and obligations and lose sight of the importance of a little selfishness. So hopefully with a little extra planning I'll be able to take these steps in the right direction.  OR.... you may see me plump, tired, and dressed like a buffoon.

P.S. - Clown Dogs for you if you get the title reference.