I'm not. I don't do resolutions because as I mentioned above I'm lazy and I find they're not great motivation. In fact, they're precisely the opposite for me. It deflates me when I don't manage to reach a target I've set for myself.
But if you're struggling with yours at the moment I want to encourage you not precisely to give in but to ease up on yourself. Strict diets don't work in the long term. Do you want a chocolate bar? Well satisfy that desire and have one! You're much likely to continue with a healthy eating regime if you get to give yourself a little treat now and then.
I'm not a successful dieter, so feel free to ignore my advice. But I have lost a few dress sizes recently and I'm simply keeping track of what I eat and planning it so I don't (mostly) eat more than I really need. But the occasional cake or chocolate is essential to my diet. It keeps me going!
Now here's something else to Satisfy your Desires this January and there's food and a hot dominant man between the covers!
Lucas is the only man who can satisfy all her desires.
“Oh, it smells delicious in here.”“Thank you.” He smiled. “I’ve made you my favourite meal, moussaka, it reminds me of my mum.”“Ah, so you do have some exotic heritage then.”He nodded and turned to the oven.“Yes, my mum was Greek. She moved here when I was a little kid. So not that exotic.”He picked up a plastic spatula and pushed some carrots around in a frying pan.“You have a distinctive twang to your accent,” I said. “I wondered what it was.”“So you, where are you from?”“Lived here all my life,” I responded, watching him confidently shake a pan of asparagus. “Rather boring really.”“No, no.” He shook his spatula at me as he spoke and was so vehement in its stabbing movement that it slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor. “You are not boring and you should not be so quick to put yourself down.”
He bent to pick up the implement and threw it into the sink.“Sorry,” I apologised. “It’s a bad habit.”“Very bad,” he said. “You should never give people opportunity to say bad things about you, should never think it in your mind. That is my key to happiness. You are the best you there will ever be, so be proud of that.”
I nodded.“Could you open the drawer beside you and pass me a clean spatula and a wooden spoon?”“Sure.” I turned slightly to the side and looked questioningly at him. He nodded as I pulled at the handle closest to me. I dug out a spoon and a flat, wooden spatula then passed them both over.He put the spatula onto the side and used the spoon to stir the veg, then he turned the heat off under them.“Okay, so, I think you need to learn a lesson.”“What lesson?” I felt the pressure of my blood rushing around rising in my ears.“To respect yourself and to not make me so angry I drop my cooking implement.”I dropped my gaze and looked at my toes.“What do you think, Sally, do you need a lesson?”I nodded. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next but I was curious enough to find out.
“Look at me.”I lifted my head again and met his piercing stare.“Do you deserve to be punished?” he asked.I gulped. The time had come. We were at the point where the dynamics flipped. I either handed him complete control or I didn’t. I could live out a favourite fantasy or I could chicken out and maybe lose Lucas in the process.
“Yes,” I gasped, mouth dry, body numb, heart racing.He nodded and walked towards me. “Correct answer. Now turn and lean over the counter, please.”