This year, we want to reclaim New Year New You. While it used to be terrible nonsense peddled by magazines and diet companies for us to reinvent ourselves into shiny, thin people, we see it as a month of renewal and positive change. We want to embrace the idea of change but promote it in a sustainable way. After all, January didn't do anything wrong - we have.
So as each and every one of you will know, this month has been Veganuary - a 31 day long promise to the birds and bees and cows and pigs and sheep and prawns and former racehorses that for the duration of January 2015 I will comply with a more compassionate lifestyle that diminishes their need to suffer.
New Year's Resolutions seem to revolve around abstinence. Don't do this. Don't drink that. Don't you DARE eat that, else you will be this... It's actually a very negative concept if you approach it in that manner. The words 'don't' and 'shouldn't' aren't very helpful to anyone, let alone an anxious girl. I've learnt lately how powerful language can be.
Emotionally fraught after three days worth of calm self-reflection, women were not sleeping, having nightmares, leaving the room at 6am for calming swims, dozing off at 6pm, or haggling mindlessly over #firstworldproblems. It turns out that living with yourself is just about the hardest trip you'll ever take.
It is commonly known as the post-lunch slump. It usually strikes around 3pm and can make the remainder of the afternoon feel like an insurmountable task. For many of us it is an unwelcome daily occurrence. And what do we do? We reach for the coffee and raid the biscuit tin we have so admirably been resisting all day.
I reluctantly took the risk and borrowed the £170 fee to join after being told I was sure to get bookings and make £450 for a night of wining and dining. I never heard back from them. Ringing and ringing asking for my money back, all I got was an answering machine message saying " Welcome, our offices are currently closed due to the weather" ... now I'm left MINUS £170.
January brings with it a much more vicious and ferocious beast than a few Facebook updates from Jen about how 2014 is her year (and that her cheating boyfriend can go to hell). Allow me to introduce to you, the January sales-seekers, otherwise known as the most horrible people you will come across in January (maybe).