New Year, New You! But what if I like the old me...

So. New Year's Resolution time. Yes, I normally like to do New Year's Resolutions, but I don't always enjoy talking about what my resolutions ARE. You know why? Because I like to choose a couple mundane things, and a couple really scary things that people don't normally choose, because you know, THEY ARE HARD. And sometimes talking about the not normal ones leads to awkward conversation like, "Your resolution is to be brave? What does that even mean, like kill a spider?" Or heaven forbid I tell someone I would LOVE my band to be signed by a major record label. Yes, this year. It always goes, "But, aren't you almost 26? I mean, Stevens Henager will take ANYONE these days." Awesome, I know. Anywhoodle, one of my not scary resolutions is to lose 15 pounds. Stop before the outcry of "You look fine!" Yes, thanks, I look fine. But I own Spanx, and I really want them in a bunch of colors. That's a problem. Over the last year, between my turning 25, (and the subsequent famed loss of metabolism, yes friends from High School, I can hear you laughing from 2003) switching jobs to something not nearly so stressful and/or aerobic, and being in an amazing, rewarding and otherwise calorie-filled relationship, I have gained some weight. I am fine with it, really I am. I LOVE having big boobs. I'm just putting it out there. It's kindof awesome. But I do get struck with the fear that if I don't change something, lifestyle, eating habits, (Goodbye Doritos, whenever I want to eat them, I banish thee to my 19th year of life) or exercise plan, (Like, WHEN would I work out? I'm with the band all the time people!) that I will put 10 more pounds on top of that, then 10 more. Then all of a sudden, I need to lose 50 pounds. Have you seen my family? They are like, REALLY pretty. I cannot compete if I am 50 pounds overweight. And you aren't a Harrison if you aren't competing. So I have been keeping careful track of what I am putting in my face, and trying to cut back. Dave's been so supportive, we have been sending each other text messages all week that read, "Trying to ignore the Eggs Benedict. Not hungry. Just bored." and on my part, "I can eat half a pan of brownies if I eat nothing else all day." On that note, I am also taking a fiber supplement. I love technology. Here's the downside. I have become one of those people that talk about their diets. Unsolicited. It's horrible. I can feel the verbal onslaught of calorie content slide up my throat like chocolate pudding off the spoon of Bill Cosby. Its so tragic. Ill be sitting with someone having a meal, or a chat, or on the phone. Out of nowhere I will say, completely out of context, "So, Im trying to lose 15 pounds. Who knew Hollandaise sauce was Butter?? I mean, c'mon." THEN, I delve into the world of multivitamins, emergen-C and how completely AMAZING it is when you track what your eating. Riveting stuff, I know. My formerly unsuspecting prey is answering "uh-huh" while trying to eat two cinnamon buns at once to overcompensate for how hungry I am making them feel. I also watch what other people eat and think, "I wonder what they calorie content in that is? Do you think they know?" It sucks, I tell you. And this is one week in. I guess my new late resolution is to stop badgering my friends and loved ones with issues they wanted nothing to know about. Wish me luck.

Kenny Out.