So here we are, on day six of a brand new year. I’m sure there are plenty of people still playing with their shiny new, resolutions. Fag packets have been crumpled. Slim Fast purchased. Bathroom scales polished.
But I can’t face New Year’s resolutions. They’re too disappointing. If I’ve been rubbish at something for 28 years, I’m pretty confident that this isn’t the year I’m going to miraculously change. Surely we should all be resolving to stop beating ourselves up.
I ask you; who can even contemplate the Special K diet in bleakest darkest January? You all need help.
Last year for example, I resolved to sort out my finances. And oh, just imagine my hollow laugh. I’m not very good at saving money. But of course I already knew that – who was I kidding?
So I’m looking forward to a resolution free 2012; yes, 2012 has got a nice ring to it.
Actually maybe for 2012 it might be nice to have a little in the pot. Yes, maybe I should take a stab at saving again.
In fact, perhaps the first thing I should do is cancel the gym membership. They extort a ridiculous sum of money from my bank each month that could easily be the foundations of a nest-egg.
But without the gym how on earth will I atone for all the Christmas food I’ve eaten and booze I’ve drunk?
Turns out, I'm going to have to start the Special K diet.