The end of 2012 is here and 2013 is just around the corner, so you know what that means! It’s time to make New Year’s resolutions! For the last few years, my New Year’s resolutions have basically been the same and I’ve accomplished very few of them. I still can’t do a headstand in yoga (I’m scared I am going to snap my neck and, oh yeah, I have no core strength). I still consider wine a primary food group (whatever, it’s made out of fruit). I still don’t go to the gym (although I did get a gym membership, which I didn’t use for over a year, and finally canceled). I still haven’t sold my engagement ring (meanwhile, my ex has proposed and gotten married to someone else in that period of time, so he wins). Basically, the only New Year’s resolution I’ve been somewhat successful at is that I take less cabs than I did a year ago. Go me.
Here’s the thing. I think my New Year’s resolutions have been far too lofty, especially when you consider the basic every day shit that I should probably prioritize over inverting in yoga or selling a piece of jewelry. So in 2013, I’m lowering my expectations for myself. Here are the five every day things I genuinely need to resolve to do in the next year. Keep reading »
I’m tired of making New Year’s resolutions for myself. It’s time to play God and suggest some resolutions for guys. I have your best interests at heart, fellas. Keep reading »
You can’t tell just by looking at me, but I live and breathe fashion. I follow all the right blogs, know all the right names, and stalk Style.com like a savant. I whittle away days on the internet amassing perfunctory “wishlists” of items I will never be able to afford, and I have forgone meals in favor of spending my money on thick issues of Vogue in languages I can’t read. I’m in deep.
Still, when you have a kind of go-to look, a uniform even, it grows into a habit that’s hard to break. I’m so comfortable in shades of black and grey, thrown together into a messy lazy-girl formula ruled by skinny jeans, oversized sweaters, and low boots, that I haven’t dared to wear anything else in, well,years. Am I just lackadaisical when it comes to dressing … or am I scared? Keep reading »
2011 had scarcely started before my life turned into a heaping pile of dog shit.
The Frisky was being sold to new owners and our jobs (and paychecks) were held in balance. My boyfriend started diddling around with some girl on the Internet, got caught, and dumped me. He asked me to move out of our apartment and I moved back into my childhood bedroom in the suburbs.
All this happened in the span of two weeks.
My life looked as bleak as the January freeze outside — which, incidentally, trapped me indoors with my parents during a blizzard for longer than should be considered legal under the Geneva Convention.
But friends, family and even strangers surprised me with their mercy in the days, weeks, and months that followed. My best friend, who lives an ocean away, called constantly. My sister drove me down to New Jersey to help me move out of my apartment. A reverend who I barely knew spent hours on the phone talking me down from ledges of broken confidence and self-hatred. Frisky readers wrote me the sweetest, most uplifting blog comments and emails that brought me to tears. Amelia let me sleep on her couch. As my life as I knew it fell apart, I saw the strength of my support system, which I hadn’t even known I had. Keep reading »
In 2012, we want to go to yoga more often, spend more time relaxing on the weekends and take a trip to somewhere tropical. Oh, and we have a few sex resolutions too — 2012 is here and we’re ready to have some fun. After the jump are 30 sex resolutions — a few of them are ours (but we’re not telling which), while the rest are from other Frisky staffers and female friends. What are your sex resolutions for the new year? Keep reading »
Happy New Year, Frisky readers! Did you have a fabulous holiday weekend? Smooch anyone special (or not special) on New Year’s Eve? Have you made your 2012 resolutions? My first resolution is to make resolutions I actually have a chance of keeping. I’ll get back to you on that. Until then, here are 14 celebs who’ve made big promises for 2012… (And check out celeb resolutions for 2011 after the jump — did they keep their word?) Keep reading »
Most people greet the start of the New Year with a vow to get in shape … Every. Year. And every year the gym is crowded with “resolutionaries” who show up, sweat all over everything for a few weeks, and then are never seen again.
The best way to avoid that is to figure out what usually stands in your way. What is the obstacle getting in the way of your success? And then — here’s the hard part — figure out a plan to work around it. One (or more) of these tips ought to help you get started.
You haven’t stopped reading, have you? You can do this! Here’s to a healthier you in 2012. Read more…
Every year, the majority of us — stemming from the most noble of intentions, or the most nauseating of eggnog overindulgence — declare our desire to start anew and totally revise our lives. For most of us, though, Groundhog Day brings not just an excuse to settle in with a Bill Murray movie, but the milestone of having let ourselves down once more. And yet by the time the ball drops anew in Times Square ten months later, we’re happily preparing to drop our own ball all over again.
What would it take to make our resolutions stick? Psychological research on goal-setting and achievement has a lot to teach us: they need be the right balance of realistic and challenging, and we need to have clear, specific pathways to reach them. We also are better off focusing on only one or two resolutions rather than attempting the equivalent of a floor-to-ceiling structural renovation of our inner selves. Sound too complicated? Here’s how to give the most common resolutions a psychological makeover, after the jump… Keep reading »
My New Years resolution is to be less stupid. I don’t usually make New Years resolutions, or as I call them, Last Year’s regrets. Usually, I just think they’re for suckers.
The only people who benefit from New Year’s resolutions are the therapists who profit from disappointment maintenance. But this year is going to be different. I’m making one “big picture” resolution instead of committing to a dozen specific self-improvement chores that I will end up failing to complete. Instead of trying to hit a bullseye with an arrow, I’m going to score a slam dunk by setting up a ladder right next to the net. Okay, well, here’s a specific resolution I will honor: I will not make any more sports metaphors.
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