I get we need to be reminded sometimes. But why is it that when we are feeling tired, we need to be told to sleep? Can we not tell that stress is making us feel stressed and about to bitch-slap someone? Are we so disconnected from our hormones that we can’t tell when we are horny?

I felt it crawling up the back of my neck all damn day. Maybe even a couple of days before, though it might have had more of a prickle on the backside of my skull. I knew where I would take it out, and I fought it like it was a malaria-infected mosquito buzzing around my head. I failed.

Every new year, I start out just the same as everyone else: determined, with goals tucked neatly under my arm, to climb the highest mountain and claim victory at the peak over partaking too heavily in crappy food/caffeine/alcohol, getting through all of my work assignments with ease and efficiency, and whipping this holiday-infected body into Shape magazine-like goddessness. Every new year, I fail and pretty much end up where I began.