The thing is…..I am a complete failure. None of my New Year’s Resolutions have remained in place. I have not given up drinking or staying up late. Rubbish.
However, I have decided since Sunday when I went round to some friends for a fabulous evening and a delicious supper that the whole giving-up-everything-you-love-that-is-bad-for-you in January is a COMPLETE disaster. Because January, on the whole is a depressing month. Yesterday was Blue Monday – the top day for topping yourself because it’s dark, cold, you haven’t had a drink, or smoked a cigarette, or smiled, or gone out, or got any money after Christmas and WHY would you make it worse by depriving yourself of things that make you feel marginally better, if only for a second? WHY do it in January? WAIT until maybe May, or Christmas or perhaps… don’t bother at all.
Thanks to something my friend said to me on Sunday I don’t actually think I’m going to ever give up anything in January again – he pointed out that there were only marginally more than twenty Januarys to get through until we were 70.
That is the most depressing thing I have heard for a very long time.
OK maybe I’ve got nearly 25 Januarys still to go…but that is not enough.
That is not many Januarys to go.
Why waste them being miserable?
Off to pour myself another glass of wine and dance on the table to an Elvis song.
ps – am I missing lots of apostrophe’s in this post? If so I DON’T CARE!! At least I”m not depressed xx
AND what’s more, look at my daughter’s friends new shoes (more apostrophe police required). I LOVE them – even if when I was wearing them my fat would ooze out of every gap, bunions out of other’s and toes out over the edge. These, with her legs and feet in them are pure girl heaven:-