New year, New me

I have found - throughout my deep plunge into adulthood over the past four years - that "new year, new me" is something most people have a problem with during the New Years season. As a rule, I tend not to get involved in the negative politics that surround this cliché, but this year I feel I have a few things to say on the point. 

Of course, at the ripe old age of twenty one, I feel I know everything there is to know about everything that's worth knowing about (I swear if everyone did exactly what I told them too, exactly when I told them to do it the world would be a much happier pace.) however, when it comes to New Years resolutions, I find it hard to pass judgement over other peoples, wether they end as soon as the fireworks do at midnight, or they carry them on until they end up with a six pack and a bikini body even Jodie Marsh would be jealous of. I try to be quite open minded, and passing judgement on people who are trying to better themselves surely goes against any sort of moral high ground I have built. Besides, with my New Years resolutions ranging from "no more wine" to "find a positive in every negative" I am very wary of falling off of my high horse, glass of wetherspoons house rosé in hand. 

I for one, have been saying since the age of 16, every New Year's Day without fail; "I am going to be a size 8 by summer" and of course, by the end of January without chocolate, or crisps, or the one thing I'm truly passionate about in my life, irn Bru, I have a knife in hand ready to lynch anyone who stops me on my walk back from the shop with monster munch and fizzy pop (joking... Kind of... I mean I do live in Manchester...) so this year, I have decided to not set myself any set rules. Basically, I can do whatever the fuck I want. Which sounds fun, until you are left with the choice of super noodles in five minutes or cooking and chopping for half an hour for a ceasar salad that looks like a dog was sick on... We both know which is healthier, but which is nicer? 

I've come to find that the people who are making stupid Facebook status' saying things like "people who say new year, new me and then are eating a take away the day after lol" are generally bitter people. Why would you revel in other peoples failings? Did you not get enough love in your childhood? Anyway, what happened to live and let live? Who gives a flying monkey from Wizard of Oz if someone else is indulging in a take away? They have to deal with their own disappointment for not keeping with their personal set goals. And anyway, maybe they've just gone through a break up that requires a chicken korma, seven popadoms and a bitch about how much of a gobshite their ex is. A take away once a month never killed anyone, (unless you got it from my local kebab shop, in that case, good luck to ya mate) and frankly, it has nothing to do with anyone else unless they are eating it in front of you chanting "want it? Can't have it" whilst waving a samosa in your face. 

To all the people who are currently going through the mid January resolution blues, good luck to you! I hope you succeed, and if you don't, there's always next year, and the year after that, and the year after that... Although I will leave you with one little pearl of wisdom, handed down from grandmother, to mother, and then to me. "Everything is good for you in moderation!"

But what kind of girl would I be if I only had one glass of wine and let all the other grapes feel unloved?

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