No resolutions, just a year of me, me, me
Are they putting enough pressure on us to improve ourselves for January. On Tuesday alone, I vowed to start taking a Vitamin D supplement, I nearly signed up for a mindfulness course at work, started an inbox zero policy on emails and for a snack I ate some nuts instead of something nice. Of course this "they" that are putting all the pressure on us are the media, of which I am technically a part. But I promise you this article will not improve your life in any way.
But the truth is I do need to cop on. I put on about half a stone in the run up to December and then I put on a bonus half stone in December. The denial had to stop when I couldn't fit into my work jeans on Monday.
I get an extra bonus on the self-loathing every January due to a January birthday. I'm staring down the barrel of 46 this year. And I thought 45 was a tipping point! When I hit 45 I decided I was heading for 50 now and it was the end. I got over it. But 46 is over the half-way hump of the 40s. I might as well be 50. And I ask the question that all old people ask - How the hell did that happen? And why am I still an adolescent despite having a good 30 years on most adolescents?