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I’m not sure GQ did favors for any women by putting Jennifer Anniston’s naked 40-year-old body on the cover…. In January, of all months! January is supposed to be the diet season, the time of year we repent for all the crap we consumed over the holidays. I’m not sure how motivating it is to look at Jen looking, as she put it, healthier than she was in her 20s and 30s. But I’m cutting her some slack because of that whole Angelina-Brad thing. (This, coming from a girl who sides with Angelina in that cat fight.)

And I’m going back to the gym anyway. I’ve been struggling with it these past several months. It’s hard to stay in a routine when my son’s birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years fall within gasps of each other. I’m not sure I stopped stuffing my face or took the wine glass out of my hand long enough to even sleep. That’s what it feels like. And now it shows on my old, tired, less-healthy-than-when-I-was-in-my-20s (I'll stop counting there) body. 

This new year I am not making resolutions to lose weight, eat right or be a rock star in Body Pump. I am just going to be thankful on those occasions that I can drag my happy arse out of bed and to the gym. Maybe I’ll buy those diet cookies my sister is telling me about. And maybe I’ll take that metabolism-balancing vitamin my friend Kara is on. Or maybe I’ll vow to just drink more wine with more friends (mostly my husband) and eat more red meat. Because if there’s anything 2008 has proven to me, it’s that sometimes miracles can happen. And I'm sure one day that beef-and-wine diet I'm on will actually start to work.