Every time someone asks what my New Year’s Resolutions are, I feel like such a poser when I reply that “I don’t really do resolutions.” I feel like I should be wearing three scarves and flashing my hipster club card when I say that.
See also: I like Adele’s first album the best, and thus, liked her before she was cool.
But like...it’s true?
Humans are creatures who like to begin at the beginning, and starting any new routine on a Wednesday instead of a Monday just feels weird. January 1 is nothing if not the beginning-y-ness of beginnings.
Then they fail, because “lose weight” is not a concrete goal. Maybe I’m particularly jaded about this because I used to work for a fitness company and half their business model was signing people up one January, just to cancel them the next one when their contract expired.
So what I’m saying is that while “New Year’s Resolutions” are a bit of a crapshoot, I’m not against the idea of setting concrete, reasonable goals for the coming year.
Just, you know, maybe skip the overpriced gym membership and go for a 30-minute walk each day.
