As I write this, he hasn’t broken this vow once and although his resolution has been a hard one to stick to, especially at sociable breakfast times, he has chosen to hold fast.
This year, for him, it is a toss-up between giving up Facebook or beer.
I think I’m going to take a leaf out of his book in 2015 and quit chocolate. Seems legit, no? Who needs it really? And there are plenty of sweet treats a girl can turn to if she needs one.
On top of that I’ve been thinking of what I can do this year by way of resolutions and I’ve come up with this:
- Move whenever I can (which I already try to do)
- Stop putting myself down
- Stop being angry at things I can’t change
- Stop spending so much on useless toot
- Write like nobody’s reading (I’m going to write more candidly from now on, so hold onto your hats!)
Not so bad, is it? Not so very difficult. Stop gorging myself on the food of the Gods, move my arse, write and be a nicer person.
Done, done and done.
I can’t find the link to last year’s resolutions but I’m going to take a wild stab at the conclusion that I didn’t achieve many of them.
I did take singing lessons (briefly), become more active and took up hula hooping, so it wasn’t a complete bust. I’ve made some amazing friends, been to nice places and genuinely, honestly, I love my life.
I’m also at a place where I feel strong and hopeful. I feel good about what I have and anything more I gain on top of that will only enhance the feeling. I’m so well-loved that there isn’t anything I can’t do if I want to.
I might come back to this before the year fades out, but for now I’m happy with my small list.