Statistics show that 43% of people in the UK break their resolutions within the first month and by the end of March that figure has risen to a whopping 80%. In fact we are so good at giving up, that there is now an official day dedicated to our downfall - 17th January is 'Ditch New Year's Resolutions Day'.
My tenth confession is a complete embracing of all my imperfections: I'm an idealistic yet pessimistic romantic. I'm a health conscious periodic binge eater. I think I'm so good but I'm super self critical. I'm sweet but I'm angry. I am a bundle of contradictions but again, I challenge anyone to say they are anything other.
This is one of the questions I'm most frequently asked as a coach and therapist. Self-confidence can be a difficult concept to pin down, yet we always know when we don't have enough of it. When we lose (or never develop) belief in ourselves, it can seem impossible to improve. But, as ever, it's wise to not believe everything you think!
Just because we are utterly devoted mothers and fathers does not mean that we cannot still have our own lives, fulfil our own ambitions, enjoy our own interests - be us. Just because we have a host of pressing demands upon us, be it work or chores or family responsibilities, that doesn't mean that these should be the whole focus of our lives.
I first got a Facebook account when I was 10 years old, I remember being so excited about this amazing new online world I had joined, without realising the dangers that come with it. At first I mainly used it to play games, but then I realised I didn't have as many friends as everyone else, I didn't have as many likes as everyone else, I didn't have as many comments as everyone else.
I was never the best at sport, I wasn't the best academically and the boys appeared not to be interested in me, but fashion and clothing gave me a creative outlet and a way to define myself. An opportunity to say 'I'm not as boring as you think', or maybe a more likely story, 'not as boring as I feel.'
There was no reason for me to feel like this. I was doing everything I could to meet my daughter's needs whatever they were and whenever they arose. But I just couldn't help feeling that I simply wasn't good enough. I'd look at my daughter for some reassurance and she would stare back at me, blankly.
Poor mental health is something I have struggled with for a long time; now in my final year at University and preparing to enter the "real world", I would like to be in a far stronger place than I am. I'm depressed, anxious, and have a difficultly complex relationship with my eating, food and weight. This is nothing new.