A different type of bar(re) code.

January is the month of the Resolution. And for me, it's also the month of giving up on those Resolutions. So for 2014, I'm not setting any hard and fast goals. I simply resolute to the following:

• I will be happier.
• I will be more spontaneous.
• I will be healthier.

That last one is tricky--I'm purposefully not attaching any lbs. or inches or stupid half marathons to it. Because, as we all remember, the only time I run is if it's from a bear or toward a Qdoba. I digress.

In the effort of committing to that last goal, I was delighted when a friend of mine approached me about a very cool opportunity. She is the co-owner of a new fitness studio local here to Metro Detroit, Barre Bee Fit, and dropped me a line asking if I would be willing to try out their classes and also share the experiences with a few friends to help spread the word about the studio. Very interested, party of 1 right here.

Here's the awesomesauce news: I'm committing to sweating it out in 6 classes over the next 30 days and I want to bring YOU with me for free! (Sorry in advance to those readers not in Metro Detroit!) So, if you live within driving distance of Birmingham, Michigan and you want to join me in trying to "Live by the Barre Code," keep reading.

When I was contacted, I honestly didn't know much about Barre Bee Fit, other than I assumed it incorporated some kind of ballet. Hi, barre. Duh. After a little more research on my part, I've learned that not only do the classes include the ballet barre, they also incorporate choreography, weights, kettlebells, and resistance training. There are 8 different types of classes that you can sign up for depending on your target areas, time commitments and goals. I AM ALL ABOUT THIS. (Personal disclaimer: I'm willing to try all the classes except the Barre Burn, because I'm not interested in dying.)

So, do you want to spice up your workouts? Try something new? Come "Live by the Barre Code" with me! I'll choose 6 readers to join me in 6 different classes--and no worries, we'll work around both our schedules to make it work. I'll chronicle my experience here on the blog...always good for some entertainment.

How to enter? It's easy! Simply "like" Barre Bee Fit Metro Detroit's Facebook page and leave a comment here and tell me one of your New Year's Resolutions. Or, if you're not into blog comments, shoot me an email at kveedub{at}gmail{dot}com. I'll select 6 readers by January 24 to join me!

Modifications.

I willingly agreed went to see Avatar in 3D today...so I can officially check that one off the list 'o Resolutions. Those looking for a review...I haven't stopped laughing long enough to actually process the plot line. Maybe someday soon.

In its place, I would like to add the following: donate hair to Locks of Love.

I have always, always, always, always wanted to do this. And I've begun the process no less then eleventy billion times. However, when a girl gets bored, there are three things that can happen: 1) she buys new shoes; 2) she organizes her purse; or 3) she cuts her hair.

I have loads and loads and loads of shoes and a purse that is organized within an inch of its zebra-fab life (a separate zipper pouch for my 47 lipglosses, for reals). I've also had (and loved) shortish hair for most of my post-high school life (with the exception of the growing out phases for my wedding, Kyle's wedding and Kelli's wedding) but every time I've attempted to actually grow it out enough for LoL, I get bored before reaching that precious 8 inch mark needed for donation. CHOP. Hair fail.

However, I find that right now is the perfect time to recommit myself to this lifelong goal. You see...if I were to chop this mop off now, I would look like someone snapped a head of lego hair atop a bowling ball. Yeah...short hair does NOT look good when these cheeks are chubby.

So, as I work on my "fit into skinny jeans" Resolution, I will also be growing my hair out for LoL. And when the day comes that I can glide those precious Seven For All Mankinds over these child-bearing hips without a tub of Vaseline and a small army of freakishly strong midgets, I will reward myself with a fabulously cute and new short haircut from a ridiculously overpriced Royal Oak salon.

Ready, set, GROW!

Resolutions.

Lame. Cliche. Whatever. I'm hopping on the bandwagon.

If I can get 3 of these done, I will be pleasantly surprised with myself. Nothing like being an overachiever, eh?

• Create a FB page for Alex. It's funny and weird. And yes, you should friend him. In related news, when did "friend" become a verb?
• Fit back into my skinny jeans. Admitting an actual number goal is just tragic.
• Try Indian food. Kelli swears it's the most delicious thing on the planet.
• See more "boy" movies. Also categorized under: "Be a more awesome wife." 
• Top my 2009 BDBC free crap total. Totally doable.
• Be an audience member on Ellen. If I can get greedy, I would prefer it to be during her '12 Days of Giveaways'.
• Keep Jake from digging up all my flowers in the spring. Or find a way to get rid of him altogether.
• Go on a glorious vacation with just Joey. The beach misses me.

I'm not sure how 2010 can possibly be better than 2009. I mean, think about it: in the last year I've gotten a new sister (Jill) and a new brother (David). I've also survived pregnancy and childbirth (barely) and came out the other side with a super awesome kid who makes my life better in every way. I'm still wickedly in love with my Joey and couldn't be happier with the life I've been blessed with. Yes, you may all now gag at my sappy moment. 

Happy New Year! Now back to nursing my hangover...