“New Year, New Me”
Right? Wrong. If the last few weeks have thought me anything it’s that when under duress to change my bad habits, I panic and get even lazier. Instead of exercising more I’ve done less – an accomplishment I didn’t think possible given that since the wedding I’ve actually merged with the couch. All great intentions for new blog posts went out the window and instead I found myself embracing the SIMS 4 (I’ve an on/off love for the Sims that my husband exposed to everyone at our wedding – now that it’s out there I feel freer somehow, like I can really be myself – faux pas and all).
This year my new year’s goal was easy – become more organised. It seemed simple. Basically not much required you’d think. But no, I wanted to get organised using a Pippa Planner. Now, anyone who follows Pippa products will know that these tend to be on the higher priced spectrum of novelty items whereas January is by all means the stingiest month of the year. People will ask me why I didn’t just request one for Christmas. It certainly would have made sense but for some reason I couldn’t justify asking someone to pay out the 45 yoyos for it. I wanted to go all independent working woman and purchase it for myself… a bit of a conundrum given that when it came time for me to buy it for myself I also couldn’t justify spending it. At least not this month. I don’t know about everyone else but for me, most of January is spent scrounging by on whatever change I can locate from in between couch cushions. Treating myself to a fancy planner just wasn’t on the agenda… even if it would help me to achieve my resolution.
And see that’s what threw me; if I didn’t have the Pippa planner then I couldn’t sort my life out. The logical solution would have been to buy a cheaper planner or you know, just use my iPhone like everyone else but nope, I wanted that specific planner so instead of getting organised, I decided to just boycott January completely.
And you know what? It’s been fabulous.
For one I’m free of the guilt which means that I can happily embrace January for what it is.. Crap. January is crap. I’ve always thought this but usually I’d be too busy failing miserably at my New Years resolutions to think about why. Doing nothing this month allowed me to break it down.
You’ve your first week which is full of hope and certainty that this year will be different. Your New Year’s resolution will actually take off and you’ll become a better you. I call this stage denial… or blind optimism. Once you head into week two you’ll realise that you’re actually too broke to become the better you. Be it new gym gear, expensive “clean” food (usually gluten free) you just can’t afford it. Who wants to start being the New You without New Stuff, you’ll need to look the part damn it. I call this stage Easy Acceptance (you’re basically looking for any excuse to stop anyway). Roll around the week three and you’ll have given up completely which makes you feel like a failure. Throw in the dark mornings and a funeral (because there’s always a funeral in January!) and basically it’s just a big load of meh. We’ll just call this the Worst Week. Then finally, like a light at the end of the tunnel week four will hit and a ray of hope will glimmer as you approach payday.
It really is a roller-coaster of emotions. One that can easily be avoided.
Take February as the new January. It’s a shorter month, sounds prettier and you can apply all the hallmarks of January but with less debt and brighter evenings (not by much but christ, it’s dark by 4 at the moment).
Of course I’m not saying everyone should do this. There’s plenty of folk out there who I’m sure are all mentally stronger than moi. But for those who aren’t, don’t feel guilty. Enjoy the slump. Do nothing. Watch TV. Play silly computer games. Lie on the couch. Order takeaways. There’s always next month.
Now after reading back all of the above I feel the need to put a disclaimer on this that I’m not completely locked away. I do have a job that ensures I have to leave the confines of my home at least daily. I’m just moreso happy to let that be it for January. I’ve no doubt that February will be the making of me. I’ve already signed up to Pilates, joined a running club and purchased some gluten free porridge. I’ll be a new woman, a fitter and healthier version of myself. The imprint of my ass in the couch might finally be lifted. Even if it if it doesn’t take off I’m not going to dwell on it. No point in being too hard on myself as I can always try again the following month.
At the very least I’ll at least make sure my Sims exercise.