Like 40 percent of people, I set New Year’s resolutions. Year after year, I resolve to give up junk food, call my grandma every week and get Michelle Obama arms (to name a few). And like the majority of people, my resolutions fall to the wayside by late January or early February.
At the end of 2012, I contemplated ditching New Year’s resolutions altogether. What was the point, if they just brought up feelings of guilt and failure two months into the year? As I halfheartedly surfed the Internet looking for a solution to my resolution problem, I came across an article about setting quantifiable goals instead of resolutions. I was skeptical, but I decided it was worth a try.
What did I want for myself in 2013? My mind drifted to yoga. I had signed up for a teacher training program, so why not make this my Year Of Yoga by supplementing my training with additional classes? 200 seemed like a nice round number, and it’s not like it would take over my life or anything.
I was so excited. When I had finished my 200 classes, I would be the best yogi in New York. I would be able to do the splits and move into handstands Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon-style. I had 365 long days staring me in the face, and 200 classes seemed like nothing. It broke down to 16.6 classes a month, or four to five classes a week. What would be so hard about that? Continue reading >>