It's that time of year when you feel all sorts of strange pressure to resolve to be better about something. Well, I'm sort of over resolutions. Probably because, at 44, I know I'm not going to change much, and I've never actually lived up to any of my sweeping and unrealistic goals before -- so why kid myself. Guess what? My thighs will always have some cellulite on them, because I'm a human being with a car who likes chocolate, bread and wine way more than working out.
I've never been much for making resolutions, so let's play a different game.