The older I get the more I regret the choices of my youth.
As a teenager, I’d slather baby oil over my skin and bake in the sun. For hours.
I don’t apply moisturizer nightly. I’ve been known to stay up all night just to see if I can. Fruits and vegetables and I enjoy an on-again-off-again relationship. I don’t floss.
I tell you all this to explain why in 2013 I’m pledging to be kinder to my body.
Today I start a 24-day cleanse with a handful of friends. I expect I’ll need an army to talk me off the ledge since from my perch there’s no sugar, no dairy and no bread.
The boys and I talk about New Year’s resolutions, what they are, why people make them and why they’re helpful in pushing us to be better.
“Like a do-over?” A. asks.
“A do better,” I say.