Mitch here!
Here’s a bit of truth for you today: While the rest of the world is out soulfully cycling and orange theorizing, I’m mostly polishing off my toddler’s snacks. And unlike many in our generation, I prefer to focus on the non-essential oils; you know, the ones that are typically used to deep-fat fry. To add insult to injury, I recently “Konmaried” my fat pants in a fit of unbridled optimism about a new diet… but instead, I gained a bunch of weight and now have no pants and have been wearing gym shorts and a parka around Chicago. Doin’ great over here.
Yes, it’s been nearly three months since I made my New Year’s resolutions.
And as much as I’d like to fill this blog post with excuses, it’s time to own up to the fact that I started out strong and then fizzled out. But this is a pretty common problem with New Year’s resolutions, right? I mean, perhaps we should make “New Quarter Resolutions” instead. Those seem like something that we could actually stick to!
