Monday, January 8, 2018


By Mary Kennedy                         

Let's face it. New Year's Day is already a memory. But what happened to those lofty resolutions you planned to make? Did you really make them? 

I asked a group of friends to fess up about their resolutions. I should preface this by saying that I've already given up on the whole idea of resolutions, even though I've written articles about them for health publications in the past.
Why do I feel so glum, so pessimistic about them?

Here are a few startling stats.  Only 8 percent of people stick to their resolutions. Most people abandon their resolutions by the end of January! And if you ask them to list their resolutions three months later, they can't even remember them. Ouch. That says a lot.

But getting back to my circle of friends, they finally admitted that their "goals" might be too extreme. One wanted to become a vegan and she's not even a vegetarian. (I urged to take "baby steps." It's hard to change the eating habits of a lifetime and she seems to be a confirmed carnivore.)

Another was going to go for a 3 mile run every single morning before heading out to work. Did it happen? No! The blizzard pummeling us here in the northeast threw a wrench in her plans. Maybe she'll start the "running habit" when the weather improves, or maybe she will have lost interest in it.
Another was going to give up all "bad carbs" forever. Yes, forever.


Forever has a pretty scary sound to it. Why not just limit the amount of bad carbs? Control portion size or save them for special occasions.

Most of my friends' resolutions seem to center on diet and exercise. And they admitted that they make the same resolutions year after year.  

One friend said she was going to give up pasta. All forms of pasta. Yet I know she enjoys a big family meal at her mother-in-law's house every Sunday and home-made pasta is the main dish. Yes, she can nibble at a salad, but will she? Really? She's also sworn off bread, so she can't even have the delicious home-made bread her mother-in-law serves with the meal.

I urged her to think of Sunday dinner as a "treat" day. Something special, something to look forward to. She should be able to enjoy a nice plate of pasta once a week without feeling guilty. All she has to do is think about portion control and not eat pasta the other six days. She admits that pasta is her trigger, her "kryptonite," so she really does have to limit it. One bowl will lead to three, if she's not careful!

How about you? Have you given up on the whole idea of resolutions, as I have, or do you still make a few? I'd love to hear from you!

Mary Kennedy

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