Boycotting the High Holy Day of Diet Culture, or Why I Won't Be Setting Resolutions This Year

It's cold in Minnesota. There's snow on the ground and there are holiday lights on every corner. Thanksgiving has passed, we're in the middle of Hanukkah, and Christmas is next week. This is a favorite time of year for so many people.

For me? Not so much. We're barreling toward my least favorite holiday of the year: New Year's Day.

I've got a lot less patience for New Year's since I got real about how diet culture conditions us to need to recreate ourselves every January 1st. New Year's Day is the high holy day of diet culture and I'm done with that nonsense.

Don't get me wrong. I love the idea of a fresh start. I love dreaming about the possibilities for the coming year. My artsy side loves to encapsulates those hopes in a vision board. The nerdy part of me can't wait to see if I can top the number of books I read last year.

I've got big plans for 2018, but I won't be setting resolutions.

The problem with resolutions

"Resolution" is a euphemism. You know that, right? It's sounds good at first, harmless even. But it's really just code for picking yourself apart because you believe you aren't good enough as you are.

You know, restricting food intake and exercising to excess. Passing moral judgements on food. Determining value by one's weight or pant size. Recreating yourself, in spite of yourself. No pain, no gain, right?

Ugh. NO.

Resolutions are nothing shame coated in slick, "new year, new you" marketing speak. Resolutions are rarely achievable. We set ourselves up for failure which leads to a resolution hangover. (And shame. Lots of shame.) We wind up wondering why we couldn't meet our goals. The old, What's wrong with me? refrain.

Nothing is wrong with you. The resolution is the problem.

Doing it different in 2018

What if we boycotted New Year's resolutions this year? What if we called a truce in the war against our bodies and instead focused on treating ourselves well? Surely, the world would change for the better.

Imagine what you could do if you weren't worried about the size of your backside. Imagine how much happier you would be if you focused on what your body can do rather than how it's failed you. How much money could you save by giving up resolutions and all the purchases they demand? What if you invested that money into an activity that made your heart sing instead?

How much happier would you be?

Boycott New Year's resolutions with me.

Boycott New Year's Resolutions!