Autumn Is Here, And My Summer Goals Remain Unmet

I love autumn. It's my favorite season of the year. The weather, the leaves, wearing boots, the crisp air... it all makes me happy.

Unfortunately, as I reflect on the goals I set for the summer, I've come to realize that I accomplished nothing.

Garden my own veggies and preserve them in some way. Aside from freezing a few jars of spaghetti and pizza sauce made with garden tomatoes, I pretty much let most of my garden rot.

Lose the baby weight. I lost most of it (thanks to a diet of wine and spaghetti), but I still have a few pounds to go.

Train for a 5k on Thanksgiving day. It's always been my hope to run a "turkey trot" on Thanksgiving morning. Now it's less than 8 weeks to Thanksgiving, and I haven't yet hit the pavement. My chances of being ready to even finish a 5k are slim.

Get my shit together. I went through a bad emotional spell this summer, and a depression that was unlike my normal self. I've pulled it together mostly, but there's still some residual effects that I need to clean up.

Create a routine in my household. Routine? Ha! If handing my kid cold pizza for breakfast while I'm scrambling to clean up the kitchen from the previous night's mess counts as a routine, then I've got myself a foolproof schedule.

Kick the habits. I have a few less than desirable habits, including too many cocktails in the evenings and eating dinner in front of the TV. I wanted to break those habits and get back into a healthy lifestyle, but it hasn't happened yet.

Build up a pantry stockpile. I really wanted to add to my stockpile this summer. But money's been tight, and I just haven't been able to buy as many groceries as I've wanted.

Of course, it's not too late. Autumn brings about another season for change and goals. I'd love to start the first of the year with a whole new batch of goals, instead of still working on these same aspirations.