I mean seriously, this year I have seven ny resolutions. yes, SEVEN. there are so many that its almost inevitable that I am going to forget all of them by the end of January. So why do we do them? The novelty of 'a new begining' wears off after the first two weeks of your new gym membership, when your shiny new promising trainers begin to give you blisters and your sporting 'breathable' lycra running top begins to permanantly smell. Oh yeah, and after you discover that the really hot guy you've been 'bumping in to' by the cross trainer is actually gay and having it on with the tanned, toned and ever so charming pilates instructer.
In my opinion, if you want change in your life then you shouldn't wait until the 1st of January to implement it. Begin straight away. None of the 'oh, well I'll just have oneeee more chocolate, then I'll start my diet' bullshit. Test your willpower out, say no to the leftover christmas Quality Street, its always the ones people don't like leftover anyway. I myself am being the worlds biggest hypocrite right now, as whilst I am typing this I am surrounded by crinkled dark lindor chocolate wrappers, a soon to be devoured cupcake and a beer. Resolution #1 broken- check. Not to forget my two unfathomable essays which I promised I wouldn't leave until the last minute again, which are at this moment festering at the back of my mind, slowly poisoning my concience. Resolution #2 broken- check. Not bad for January 2nd, eh?
But in all seriousness, although the new year brings with it all the soon to be lost motivation of freshness, it is a good point at which you can say to yourself in a stern voice and with some distinction "you will STOP getting so drunk, STOP getting so hungover and you will go to ALL of your lectures and not want to vomit. And no, the hula hoops are not your best friend, so stop looking for comfort and support in them everytime you feel less then chirpy". And it feels so good saying all of this to yourself that you believe that it is true and that you really can do it.
Well, I need to prove myself wrong right now. Because if I don't stop being such a cynic, I am going to end up fat, alone without a degree in approximately £20,000+ debt. Probably more, if I fail to crack this alcohol and clothes habit. So, in all sincerity, I actually am going to dedicate myself to self improvement, a new lifestyle change. I may even purchase a diet book, or start reading a blog about 'becoming a better person, from the inside out'.
No, but really. Wish me luck with this. I'll yet all you readers that dont exist know how the whole thing goes.
Night x
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