Day 6, January 6, 8.30pm: There have been several intriguing TRSNYRC offers over the past few days. My favourite is probably the ambition to catch a 20lb pike in 2009. For ambition, meanwhile, there's nothing to match the goal of going 12 months without alcohol. Irritatingly, both those resolutions come from the same person.
Others have opted for taking on a foreign language, a musical instrument, learning more about computers and technology, drawing and creative writing. Some have given themselves a certain leeway - learning to surf before your son sounds impressive enough, until you discover that said son is not yet six months young.
Others continue to give themselves leeway of a different sort.
"I'm still thinking about it," they say.
You get the feeling they may keep thinking for a while yet -- 51-and-a-half weeks, say.
I, meanwhile, am going cold turkey for my beloved sweets, biscuits, crisps and chocolate. And red wine, too. I'm off that now as well - or at least considering going off it - after receiving that bold 12-month abstention.
Evening is the worst time. Sweets, biscuits and crisps give you something to do while watching rubbish on TV. Without them, I'm finding I watch less rubbish TV. This should be good. But I'm starving. The man at the gym tells me to drink water whenever I feel peckish. I'm spending most of the day - and night - going to the toilet.
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