In Christmases past, when I was ninety percent cheese with a twitching eyelid courtesy of 24 nights out on the trot, the idea of new year’s resolutions was very appealing. As I popped in another Twiglet, I offset any guilt by comforting myself that I would become a lean, clean, exercise machine in a few weeks’ time.
The idea of new year’s resolutions dates as far back as the Babylonians 4,000 years ago, but the concept as we now know it – to self-improve and counter Christmas excess – emerged in the mid-20th century.
As a fashion-magazine alumni, I know the ‘new year, new you’ idea is deeply appealing to our psyche. In January, our readers loved a clear goal (even if it wasn’t achievable). Headlines like ‘Get fitter/leaner/healthier/supermodel abs by next week!’ made issues fly off the shelves.
I fully bought into this, too. Relished the thought I was going to become a whole new person as the clock ticked past midnight on 31st December. I also liked being part of the ‘new me’ gang – a whole collective of us swapping mince pies for juicing and sweating it out in spin classes together.
Truth: I didn’t ever get fitter or leaner by writing that list on 1st January. But, as I get older and wiser, I have learnt a few things. One of them is new year’s resolutions do not work.
In a plot twist, over the last few years I have become healthier and fitter than ever before. And this is mainly because I better understand how my brain works. So, if you are looking to make some changes, here are the simple strategies that helped overhaul my life. I hope they help you, too: