Lies we tell ourselves

I've never been a fan of the obligatory idealistic resolutions that most people set themselves, lose weight, quit smoking, get a new job, break up with the loser. They seem so retro, so positively lame and utterly uninspiring. Most can barely get through January without cracking under the invisible pressure. So I'm onto anti-resolutions this year, first being for the month of January I have promised myself I would drink at least a glass of wine each day. So far, so drunk. I think I just might achieve a resolution this year.