So I am going for it this year. Every morning will be welcomed with open arms and the previous day's downers will be consigned to the past. Of course I will starting running. Of course I will go on a diet but this will not be because it's a resolution, it is because I want to do it so that I finish the year feeling like a better person than I started (and be able to tie my shoe laces again).
What is real is differences. Wonderful, inspiring differences. As happy as I am to see more plus models making it big, it annoys me that we are now beginning to lean over to the opposite standpoint. It is not ok to fat shame. Just as it is not ok to skinny shame. In fact, let's just cut out the shaming altogether, shall we?
It would be misinformed to imply that the suffering of Robin Williams and so many other ill-fated stars has been brought on solely by their fame, their 'success', of course. It's both impossible and futile to say whether the pressures of fame cause those conditions or whether those conditions motivate the vulnerable to pursue that fame. But what I think is important is to draw what positivity we can from such a tragedy.
Something so harrowing happened today that I can't get it off my mind. I took the children to watch the Tour de France come tearing through the tiny country lanes in a neighbouring village and I ended up comforting a woman as she watched her husband slipping away before her very eyes. I just can't comprehend what she must be feeling right now.
Last Friday I missed my train by three minutes. It meant I had to wait another hour to get home and therefore missed dinner with my wife. I had been on the road for over a week in countless different hotels, had travelled far and wide and therefore was tired and emotional. I felt really sorry for myself.