I fail at resolutions.

Isn’t it funny how right after the first of the year we get bombarded with weight loss advertisements? Hello, new years resolutions. Also, we have a new season of The Biggest Loser (hello, glorious reality television) to entertain us only weeks after the last season ended. This season it is all about the couples—except by the end of the episode last night most of the couples were split up and nine people were sent home. After 30 days, if their partner is still in the game, they get to come back.

I felt really badly for these people. How much would it suck to think, “Okay, I’m going to go on The Biggest Loser, maybe I can finally change something” just to be sent back home? Every season I think that about the first person eliminated—it’s like giving them a glimmer of hope and success and then taking it away. I hope that they all succeed and learn that it is something they can do without the help of magical reality television. It’s kind of like that first pint of ice cream after making a new year’s resolution to lose weight… Oh yeah, I’ve been there.

I often either forget my new year’s resolutions and/or break them within several days. Case in point: this year I resolved to stop saying “like” so much and to quit gossiping. I literally broke those both within twenty minutes of making them (ha) but I figure I’ll still keep trying! Perhaps I should shoot for doing something less instead of doing something at all.

I’m currently facing the same sort of situation when it comes to my silly foot injury. It would be very typical of me to think, “I can’t do anything at all, I might as well eat some chocolate and sit in front of the television while it heals.” (I did exactly that yesterday, but I also attribute that to the 102 degree fever I couldn’t seem to shake.) But then I have to say to myself, “Leslie, your arms aren’t broken. Your abs aren’t broken. Your foot is feeling a lot better and probably isn’t broken so since you’ve saved some money on a doctor bill and will be back up and running again soon, why don’t you at least do something that will keep you from getting bummed out? And quit talking to yourself, because that’s weird.”

Ah, I never learn, do I? I hope that all my fellow resolution failures (and sent home Biggest Loser contestants) are with me when it comes to realizing that sure, I might not be able to kick something’s ass all the way, but at least I can kick it pretty damn far. Now please keep your fingers crossed that my foot feels completely better by the end of the week so that I can get back into the swing of things, will you?