It being the first day of 2016 I am, as I do every year on the first of January, I find myself reflecting on my hopes and dreams for the next 12 months, and what I hope to achieve.
This is the time that New Year’s Resolutions rear their ugly head. Each and every year I am suckered in by the hope provided by a fresh new year to make a fresh new start.
I resolve to stop eating dessert.
I resolve to get to bed early, get up early and go for a run.
I resolve to pay off my credit card.
I resolve to shave my legs at least once a week and not once a quarter.
Of course, I will probably eat dessert the evening of the first of January. I might go for a run for the first two mornings of the year. I'll like manage to throw a couple of hundred bucks on my credit card before I then reward myself for my fiscal virtue by maxing it out again. And for sure my legs will be hairier than a wookiee's faster than you can say, "Gilette, the best a man can get."
Inevitably, this leads to at least half an hour of ennui at my lack of self-discipline and a second serve of dessert as I consider myself. Why or why can I not stick to a few simple goals?
But not this year.
No, this year I am making achievable resolutions for 2016.
I resolve to incorporate more fruit in my dessert. Let's face it, dessert is here to stay, so let me at least make it eligible for the 'but-it's-natural-sugar-that-hasn't-been-processed' bullshit excuse.
Similarly, I resolve to order the veggie burger instead of the regular burger.