I normally don’t like the New Year. I think it’s partly because of the incessant focus on dieting and weight loss that happens in January, and that always makes me feel rubbish. But in 2018 I began to follow a couple of body positivity beauties, and seeing their deconstruction of this toxic industry over the year has really helped me approach 2019 in a different way.
The other thing that I struggle with (not only in January, but throughout the year) is resolutions. I tend to be constantly goal-driven, striving always to get stuff done. This approach isn’t healthy, both physically and mentally. It means that I tend to work/do until I get ill, and as I spend the latter quarter of 2018 recovering from a serious illness, my health is DEFINITELY a priority.
So, for the first time in my life, my goals for 2019 aren’t ‘get healthy’ or ‘lose weight’ or ‘exercise more’, OR ‘work harder’ ‘write more words’ or ‘read more books’. This in itself is a change, a new start.
Instead, I want to continue being me. I want to read books I love, and dream up more stories, and do activities I enjoy, but I don’t want to do that in order to fulfil some nigh on impossible goal that won’t make me happy even if I achieve it. In fact, the only concrete resolution I have is to shop more sustainably and stop buying fast fashion. Other than that, 2019 is business as usual.
I hope you had a fantastic New Year, and a restive festive period (if you celebrate it), and to end this rather vague and rambling blog post on a high, here’s a super cute photo of my two favourite dogs in the world: