Resolutions, Schmesolutions!

Don’t some people say, ‘My New Year’s Resolution is not to make New Year’s Resolutions’?


Seems quite defeatist to me. However, the thing is with me, I’m a bit on the obsessive side, so when I DO make resolutions, I bloody well STICK to them. (And I say this without wishing to make myself sound great. Remember: IT IS AN OBSESSION. There is little choice in it for me.)

This level of self-flagellating persistence can be good. Yes, I did run the marathon. Yes, I did plunge into the sea on a freezing cold New Year’s Day to raise money for refugees. Yes, I did do the Masters at university. And so on…  And, of course, I felt good about myself when I’d achieved my aim. But sometimes, it’s quite sensible to give up on things if they’re not working out or it’s detrimental to your health. That, for me, is where resolutions can turn out to be far more of a burden than a joy and I curse them with every fibre of my being.

weight-of-the-world-775x350Does this stop me from making New Year’s Resolutions? No, it doesn’t. I like fresh starts, even if it’s finishing a packet of Special K Red Fruits (other cereals are available) and opening a new one.

To save on the angst, I endeavour to make resolutions into possibilities, now. And what, I hear you ask, is the difference?

Here are two resolutions I’ve made. These are temporary, measureable, simply for myself.

  1. I will drink no alcohol at all in January.


I will not be alone… A YouGov poll has revealed a stunning 3.1 million people in the UK are planning to do Dry January 2018. Why am I doing this? Not to raise money for a good cause, but because I know I drink too much and I want to break the pattern. Not excessive drinking, but consistent drinking—a couple of glasses of wine at least every day. EVERY day. It’s a habit. At 5.15, I stop work and pour myself a glass of wine…and then another…

2. I will do exercises to get rid of my flabby inner thighs.


I’m not by any means overweight and my outer thighs are trim with all the horse riding I do – but I don’t like my inner thighs, and I want to be leggy again. Flamingo-like.


Only perhaps less pink.

Now, here’s one of my possibilities for 2018. A world without plastic packaging.

The amount of plastic produced in a year is roughly the same as the entire weight of humanity. What a statistic THAT is! Recycling initiatives are great but have failed to stem the eco-damaging flow, so envisioning a world without plastic packaging and taking steps to make that happen is a slightly different and more radical approach. From that, on top of what I already do by taking my own reusable bags when I go shopping, and collecting all litter wherever I see it, this is what I’ll be doing:

  • order a weekly vegetable box filled with local produce
  • no longer buy pre-packed vegetables from the supermarket (all too easy to pick up when in a hurry)
  • use the paper mushroom bags provided in supermarkets for ALL loose vegetables
  • lobby supermarkets about their use of packaging
  • instead of clingfilm, use the wonderful beeswax food wrapping given to me by my lovely daughter-in-law, Breanna, for Christmas
  • start using bars of soap instead of pump-action liquid
  • look into refillable detergent supplies
  • follow initiatives such as  and

In other words…


Well, that’s enough resolutions for January 1st, 2018, don’t you think?!

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