2013: Shop Smart, Stay Fit, Get Noticed, Be Fabulous

These are my personal resolutions for 2013.

Sick of the "r" word already? You'd be in good company. Statistics show that by January 20th 92% of us will have abandoned our lofty aspirations to settle for another year of disappointment.  The main reason being that most people set impossibly lofty goals for themselves, which does little more that sabotage any chance they may have of succeeding.

The goals I set for myself in 2013 are nothing more than a continuation of what I started in 2012. The only difference being I now have my readers to hold me accountable.

This year more than ever I'm going to be very choosy, and hopefully savvy, about what I buy. I did a little post-holiday shopping and managed to score several tanks and tunics at 60-80% off, including several in 2013's color of the year, emerald green.  I also found some great and distinctive looking summer converse lo-tops for 50% off.  I'll show you my purhases as the weather permits my wearing them. But my best find by far is pictured below.

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When you see a sign that says, "Final, Final, Final Clearance" you don't just walk away from it! I got a pair of fisherman's cable ivory boot socks, two pairs of violet knee socks, and one pair of raspberry tights for $8. The tights are control top so I can work towards my "stay fit" resolution - which we'll talk about later this month - every time I put them on (which will be a 20 minute aerobic workout).

There is a world of difference between being resolute and being perfect. Perhaps this is why people give up on resolutions so easily. They either expect perfection from themselves or from the circumstances around them. I have news for you. You aren't perfect, and the road to seeing your resolutions through to fruition isn't, either. In the end it all comes down to what you're willing to do; your resolve to resolve your own problems. However, just because you have to do the heavy lifting doesn't mean you have to do it without a spotter. I'm committed to lending my support and encouragement to any of you that need it. All you have to do is ask.

What are you going to accomplish in 2013, and how can I help?

Your Mama

On this Mother's Day I'm finding it difficult to push the thought that the older I get the more I look like my mother out of my head. A shorter, rounder version to be sure, and one with my father's skin and eye color, but the facial features are undeniably hers.

Big shoes to fill as my mother was a model in her younger days with an 18 inch waist, smaller boobs, and perfectly arched eyebrows. It seems as if I was born fat. I certainly always had big upper arms and my chest developed early and rapidly surpassed hers. It always disappointed her and I was put on many diets as a child. No matter how much weight I lost I was always going to have my great grandmother on my father's side's body type. When I was in my mid twenties I decided that I was going to have that 18 inch waist if it killed me. I consumed only 250 calories a day and dieted and exercised my way down to 92 pounds. I wore a child's size 14 and was finally able to fit into my mother's black straight legged jeans.

My cup size never changed, though. I still wore a D cup. I looked like a popsicle stick with two cotton balls glued to it. More importantly, I had done all of it for the wrong reasons. I wanted my mother's approval - which I did not get. "Just ten more pounds and you should be there." It was then that I realized I would never be "there" and began eating normally again.

The fault for this little fiasco rests squarely on my shoulders and no one else's. My mother wasn't, and isn't, a monster.  She's a smart woman who is a talented musician and artist and went from riches to rags to self-made woman. She just wants things to be exactly as she thinks they should be  - even if that's not possible. It is this one personality trait that finally made it necessary for me to establish some boundaries that she finds unacceptable. I'm sorry things have ended up this way, but it's her choice at this point.

So, when I look in the mirror, as I did yesterday on my 51st birthday, I hope that I can retain all of the positive qualities that are my mother and let go of all the ones that don't work so well. But I think, perhaps, this is the struggle that every child goes through.

Thanks for the great cheekbones, Ma, and for every good thing you ever did for me. And Happy Birthday to me!

Me at 51

I promise the next post will be much less maudlin and much more Spashionista-like.