It's all a little ridiculous really. All this time dedicated to telling people HOW we are going to better ourselves and it makes January a scary time in all our lives. There are consequences besides a nation of zombies. Think about it: Mars Bar vendors might go out of business if we're not careful- and they have families too. Or what about the increased sense of smugness in the world. As all the people who decided to become lactose-intolerant for the year yammer on about Soy Milk and how their complexion has never been so vital.
And what do we achieve really in January. Lose a few pounds of fat and gain a few of self-righteousness. People feeling superior as their less successful friends weep over the potato slathered in butter that they danced with last night.
I mean the way I see it New Years can be this big scary thing with all these terms and conditions or we could decide to do it differently. Be a little kinder to ourselves and stop the zombie-esque apocalypse. It could be as simple as this: I shall no longer answer the front door with a hot-water-bottle stuffed up my jumper because it's unfair to shock people with what appears to be a very sudden and unexpected pregnancy.