We are 6 days into 2019, and here I am – brimming with possibility, opportunity, a new job, dreams:
And, like clockwork, a post-holiday body image crisis steaming Titanic-force ahead.
Maybe it’s the fitness Instagram ads peppering my feed, or the insidious amount of leftover sweets positioned as a shrine on our kitchen counter, haunting my waking hours.
Or the return to schedule after 15 days of nonstop travel and eating out.
Or maybe I’m just basking in the blooming guilt of what I ate over the holidays.
Whatever the reason, it happens almost every January.