I see you, 2023. 

Bright, shiny and new, like all the new kid's bikes under the Christmas tree. 

Maybe you're eagerly sharpening your pencils for those New Year's Resolutions because those new shiny bikes already seem very 2022.

Maybe you're tempted to plop, "lose x number of pounds" or "cleanse every three months" at the top of your list. 

Don't do it. 

Those list toppers are for those who don't know that diets don't work, except for a tiny fraction of people. 

Those list toppers are for those who believe there's still a way out there that will make them permanently smaller. Believe me, there's nothing new here in the land of dieting. It's all damaging to body and mind and doesn't work no matter how it's packaged and sold. 

Those list toppers are for the ones who still hold out a glimmer of hope that they'll not only lose weight permanently, but also win the lottery. I'm not sure which scenario has the worst odds, but they're both pretty...

I grabbed my Franklin Covey organizer, colored pens, cup of tea and journal to sit by the fire on New Year's Day. Comfy clothes, a little Cold Play and lots of quiet time to think about and plan the year ahead.

That was like 100 years ago, or at least it feels that way. 

I have yet to sit down and have quiet time to plan out my year. Good thing that I don't feel the pressure I used to in having "health", "clean eating" or "weight maintenance/loss" at the top of my goals list. 

What tops my list these days is making sure everyone is fed, diapers are changed, kids are dropped off at school drop, kids get to their sports, homeschooling and homework. I barely have time to even read the daily news. Probably not a bad thing considering the ambush of glum news from 2020. The only way I manage the news is with my daily NYT summary and TheSkimm. 

I was reading my Skimm last week and had an extra 30 seconds to read all the way to the bottom where they have...