This is not going to be one of those blog posts where I declare that by Spring 2016 I’m going to look like Christie Brinkley, who by the way, what the hell? I mean, you can see signs that she’s not 25 anymore, but you have to look through a Helium Ion Microscope to do it. What you can’t see are signs that she ever spent more than a couple of weekends on a diet of Funyuns and Hoarders. Or ever gave birth to another person. Or ever had a middle-schooler in her charge. Give me a freaking break. Propping up Christie Brinkley as a goal when you’re 57-years-old but with the discipline of a second grader with ADHD is just setting yourself up for failure.
I’m also not going to proclaim that I’m going to spend less time on Facebook, live in the moment more, commune with nature, take more hikes on wooded trails, unplug, get in touch with my inner Thoreau. That all sounds good, but it’s just not going to happen. [Read more…] about Not Your Average New Year’s Resolutions