New Year's Objectives Revisited

It's the last day of the month and time to take stock on the progress of my New Year's objectives.  Hell, might as well call them what they are:  Resolutions.

1. Stop frittering money away.  I have cut back on spending, but there's still work to be done there.  I can't seem to break the Diet Pepsi-a-day-habit.  Shoot, that alone would save me $12 dollars a week.  At least.  We've eaten lunch at McDonald's a few times, too, which is strictly verboten.  So, by next month I want to see that habit completely broken.  Also, though we usually make pizza at home on Saturdays, we've eaten out the last couple of Saturdays.  Well, nobody's perfect, though that is the goal.
2. Cut back on sweets.  Here, I've been pretty successful.  I do bake a cake or a batch of cookies every week--remember, I'm allowing myself homemade sweets--but most of those go to my husband and son, who is after all 14 and always very hungry.
3. Eat five or more fruits and vegetables a day.  This I've also succeeded in doing.  Yesterday, for example, I had seven:  two of V-8, an orange, a banana, two servings of beets, and a serving of broccoli.  Most days I wouldn't make it without my V-8, of which I always drink two servings.  I love that stuff.
4. Walk 30 minutes.  O.k. I confess I don't do this.  I maybe walk 15 minutes a day on my way to the library, store, or mailbox.  It's just been too cold to be out any longer than this.  I know, I know, I'm a wuss.  But I've had my husband bring our exercise bike in from the garage, so that if the weather is inclement, I can ride that instead of walking.  Now, of course, I don't have the bad weather as an excuse for my obvious laziness.
5. Write 30 minutes on my play.  This is the one I've failed at utterly.  I haven't written a word.  I've thought about it a lot, but not one word of writing.  It's not that I'm blocked, though I may be; I'm just afraid to do it.  What is that all about?  Why are writers always afraid to work?  Fear of failure is probably the root of it for me, but, if I don't make a stab at it, I fail by default.  Well, here's hoping February brings out the bold playwright in me.  I am nothing if not eternally optimistic and full of hope on this front.

I'd love to hear from you readers, if you're still out there, how your resolutions are going.  If you're writers, let me know how you deal with fear.