I hate the proverbial question of "So what's your New Year's Resoluton?" I want to say something smart-mouthed like "Smack people who ask me about my resolutions," but I don't because my mom spent over 18 years drilling manners into my skull (thanks, mom!).

I'm plain tired of changing myself. I've changed my weight, to absolutely no improvement, and 7 years later, I'm still dealing with the after-effects. And the debt and heartache. I've changed my hair color and ended up a lovely shade of marigold. I've tried to grow out my hair and wound up looking like a Cocker Spaniel- I'm a short-hair girl, no doubt about it.

Change change change.

I say, to hell with it.

My therapist (whom I adore) says that resolutions would be much more effective if we changed our attitudes rather than our behaviors. Which kind of makes sense. The past however many years, I've told myself "This is the year when I will stop restricting/purging/cutting/lying about the above!" Never worked. So instead, this year, I'm not going to make a promise I can't keep. Not that I don't want to quit the above, but let's be realistic here, people.

So my challenge to myself for this year is: to begin to allow myself to ask for help when I need it.

There. That's a little more like it.