Unfortunately we are not all programmed to be gym-bunnies and live off green juice, so come the first of February the gym regulars tend to get their normal routine back, while many of us might find ourselves with a glass of wine in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other, not really understanding how it happened.
I felt fine yesterday so why am I being told that I'm depressed today? Even if you are feeling the January blues, there are still plenty of reasons to be feeling quite the opposite. Let's not start the year on a sour note, let's push on and make the best of the first month of the year.
After the excesses of December, which now seem to take over the whole month, not just Christmas, I have actually found myself craving my own company, reading books, catching-up on films I haven't seen yet and focusing on eating healthily and moving more.
Hang on, veganism is not solely about the health benefits bestowed on the individual, is it now, dear commenter? What about the benefits enjoyed by the animals that don't get ingested, or X-ed out as collateral damage in some intensive food manufacturing process?
My New Year's Day Google searches included "juice cleanse," "boot camp" and "Help me! Christmas made me feel chubby". It happens every year: January the 1st hits, we want to be our hottest selves instantly and we'll do whatever it takes to get there. Fast.
Every woman I know, at one time or another, has spoken to themselves or about themselves in a way they wouldn't even dream of talking about their loved ones. This is having a massively negative impact on their lives - on our lives. And it has got to stop.
In our efforts to work efficiently, produce more for less, meet the ever increasing demands of our world, serve our clients and our colleagues well and just fit it all in (I am exhausted writing it!) we were in danger of forgetting some fundamentals.
From what I've heard off of older, worldly people, I've found that your twenties is a decade you could potentially afford to piss into a can. They're like SATs (those tests at the end of primary school. Were they even called SATs? Who knows).
In 2010 I booked my first holiday alone to Thailand, and it would turn out to be a momentous move. I had just split from my husband and I longed for freedom and to start leading my own life. Before I could think about it too much, I booked and paid for a holiday to Thailand.
It's easy to understand why we struggle with the way we look. The prevailing idea that everyone can and/or should have a faultless physique, flawless skin, white teeth and boundless self confidence is corrosive to the majority who don't look or feel like that.
What? You just signed up for your first marathon? Well, high five #NewYearNewYou! You basically just filled in an online form and paid some money. Like, seriously, YOLO and stuff. Trust you're doing dry January and going organic while you're at it? OK, I'm kidding, but I do have some serious news. And you may have to sit down...
The cause is, unquestionably, a worthy one, and more than a hollow New Year's resolution this would be a real challenge - one that might produce benefits I couldn't foresee, both in terms of my wellbeing and vis-a-vis the expansion of my limited culinary repertoire.
It is not the resolutions themselves I hate. Losing weight, drinking less, getting fit, reading more, saving money - oh yeah, I could do with all of that. Yes please. But, why oh why are we so obsessed with the beginning of a year to kick them off?
Earlier this week I was called a wanker. It's not the first time, and it won't be the last. It happened on the road around Trafalgar Square as people began to peacefully gather to express their support for Paris following the terror attacks... Last year I had too many near misses while cycling in London. Most of them were caused by me. It's an uncomfortable truth for cyclists to hear and admit they've probably taken part in their fair share of silly cycling. So, in 2015 I've decided that when I ride to work I'm going to enjoy it. I'm going to take my time and I'm going to become a mindful cyclist.
January for many people is a let-down after the prolonged Christmas preparations and resultant festivities. People can feel that their lives are out of control and many negative factors are highlighted at the start of the New Year.
In our social lives, we are über aware now of people out there, doing STUFF, having cool cocktails/cronuts/flat whites et al, while you, you saddo loner, are at home in your onesie. *glances around* Just me then?