And so it begins

I can't say I've lived a perfect life. Hell, I can't say I've even lived close to a perfect life. As my boyfriend thoroughly enjoys telling me, "No one is perfect, so you shouldn't be so down on yourself when you don't meet that magical 'criteria'. Just try your best and that's all anyone can ever ask of you."

Sometimes I think he just doesn't understand me. Sometimes I think he just wants to cover for his own shortcomings. But every now and then, I understand what he's trying to say.

So, my goal for the next year is not to lose fifty pounds (although it'd be nice), save several thousand dollars (which also would be fabulous), save the world (never gonna happen unfortunately) or any other unachievable goal. My goal is to do something healthy every day. Something for my mind, body, or life goals.

And on that note, why stop at a year? Why not go on forever? If perfection is not attainable, doesn't that make it something to always strive for?

I want to inspire others to join me on my quest to be a better person. The potential rewards are limited only by you.