When I speak to people about my sobriety, they imagine either that I am fighting a constant battle against temptation or that I no longer have any thoughts about drinking at all. The reality is somewhere in between. The best way to describe it is through the metaphor of something most of us can relate to - a relationship with an ex-partner, from the initial meet, to the aftermath of the break-up.
Dry January was never really too daunting, given three-quarters of October, November and December all passed in a state of complete sobriety. My dirty little secret - drinking coca cola at parties and telling white lies by hinting I had already had enough that night - is well and truly and out. I'm as sober as a judge, people.
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.
I wrote before about Coming Out Ginger and embracing that part of myself, but in addition to that, I am a gothically pale, Shrek-loving, beer-hating Brit, who - if perfectly honest - is quite partial to 90% of pop music.
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.