New Year, New Bod
Feel the burn.
It’s New Year’s Eve as I’m writing this and I’m going to watch Carry-On. I could be camping, drinking, and sleeping in my Subaru Outback at the local lake in Ojai, but I want to be comfortable, not hungover tomorrow, and quite frankly, again, I’ve gone totally yuppie—car camping is no longer appealing.
I bought some long coats over Black Friday. I’m now dressing like Margo from Christmas Vacation. The perfect New Year’s Eve would be wearing one of my new coats, having a few cocktails with some friends in a classy location where there’s potential for flirting, making out at midnight, and having sex with someone that I actually have chemistry with. Since that’s not happening, I’m completely content lounging in my robe, eating pizza and finishing an episode of Knots Landing, then heading into Carry-On.
I’m getting fat. An actual mom bod is forming. My 5’3 frame doesn’t distribute the weight proportionally, and my “loose” jeans are now tight. This is age, hormones, lack of exercise and an extended period of holiday eating, and I’m really feeling not cute at the moment. I want to be skinny again. I want my arms specifically to be skinny since they’re currently skinny fat with about 2% muscle tone. However, I’m not sure I can give up my daily chocolate.
It’s all about moving your body. I’m finally using my TikTok stair stepper on a regular basis, but is it enough? Probably not. I need to go hiking three times a week. I need to get back into yoga. I need to look hot for my non-existent soul mate.
Anyway, I have other goals for 2025, believe or not. I have, yet again, another new author website. Look, I used Squarespace for years, but that shit is expensive. So I switched, and had to build a new site. Anyway, I have the Synth Noir Series ebooks up for presale. I haven’t told anyone yet because I suck at promoting myself. I will also have them for presale on Amazon eventually.
Now I have a deadline. It’s all happening (finally), but I’m nervous. There is a lot to do. I also plan on publishing the paperback versions on the same date, which is a whole other level of “things to do”, but hey, it’s exciting. I’m excited.
I feel the tectonic plates shifting. 2023 was a really tough year—a rock bottom. 2024 was a year of pulling back and getting my shit together. 2025, I can only hope, is a year when things actually happen.
There are only a few goals on my plate for 2025. Gotta keep it simple. Keep my sanity. The 2020s have proven to be a time of learning. Probably for all of us. I’m not sure I know anyone at the moment who feels like they’re thriving.
2024 was a wild year. Highly entertaining in some ways. While 2020-2023 felt dystopian, 2024 felt like a mix of science fiction, a political thriller, and a hint of a throwback to the late 80s/early 90s and the aughts. Gen Z actually became fun. People got a sense of humor again. Free speech is relatively back. Movies were kinda great. We’re ending the year with drones, aliens, fog, and a bunch of other weird shit. Who knows what’s next.
Happy New Year.