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Right. I’m feeling some kind of way and I think other people need to get on board. Your “new year, new me” is FUCKED this January and you shouldn’t feel bad about that. 
I’m never one for January diets or going booze free but this January in particular they are NOT helpful. This January we are in the grips of a pandemic almost a year deep and another, ANOTHER lockdown.
In normal circumstances we heap pressure on ourselves to be marathon-fit, svelte as a colt and virtuous as a diabetic saint all while quitting bad habits and learning circus skills.
These are not normal circumstances. Your brain and your body have got other shit to do - go look it up on some proper qualified people’s sites if you don’t believe me - you are stressed, challenged and battling winter.
That doesn’t mean we should give in and lie like gelatinous globules of morose curd in bed 24/7 - it’s just means we need to amend the expectation we have for the results of the same mental and emotional labour.
So instead of eating perfectly I am celebrating that I manage, through battles against my UberEat urges, to eat fruit, vegetables, fibre each day. And tonight I had pizza and that’s still fine because I’m looking at the fruit, vegetables and fibre as the wins.
I’m not getting near 10k steps a day, but you know what, my 20-30 minute walk is a massive win. Hell, this week when I managed half a yoga routine that was also a huge win.
I’ve cancelled a fun plan with a dear friend because it felt a bit much. It was a simple thing and didn’t even need me to brush my teeth, but boy it felt good to cancel it because right now all I can cope comfortably with is surviving.
And really, that’s the big task, the big ask right now. You are fighting a huge battle just feeding yourself, getting out of bed and sluicing your stinkers.
Weight loss diets and saintly cessation goals are not helpful right now - they will still be there when this is over, but for now fight the good fight to do a little, to embrace your functional basics, to survive.
