I despise the concept of New Year’s resolutions. I sort of understand it’s pull, though. People want to “change” and do better, and the (arbitrary) concept of a “New Year” helps them. That’s fine. My problem is that when the average American says “New Year’s Resolution,” usually meaning “to get in shape;” what he/she actually means is “I want to continue eating as many creme puffs as I can while watching TeeVee but losing weight because I am an American and I deserve to look good.” These resolutions do not last the month.
Still, it’s not a terrible idea, so I will give it a try:
1. Resolved: to do 25 consecutive wide-grip, palms out chin ups (I can currently do twelve)
2. Resolved: to do 75 consecutive sit ups (I can currently do forty)
3. Resolved: to do 75 consecutive push ups (I can currently do fifty)
4. Resolved: To gain ten pounds of muscle mass
5. Resolved: to read Jonathan Edwards for fifteen minutes a day.
6. Resolved: to read Thomas Aquinas for fifteen minutes a day.