I won't go into detail; suffice to say, I am doing things, special things, life improvement things, that I've mentioned many, many, many times before. I shall do them slowly, methodically, and with a metaphorical noose of responsibility around my neck.
I will try not to harp on about my 'progress' at all. For one thing, it only makes me look like a twunt once I inevitably fall back into doing The Complete Opposite™ a month later, and have gained fifteen pounds and a large, cancerous bubo on my neck.
This March will be THE MONTH OF NOTHING AT ALL (barring a trip to the Brighton Beer Festival to slash my wrists with a fat nerd's beard the week after next.)
This is because I am very, very skint, I have a book I'm convinced is in me and I have to write it, and my boss is leaving the country for two weeks, meaning I'll be encouraging my early death as I work every night until 10pm and single-handedly running the company into the ground.
Amid all this, I am also trying to arrange a Stag (re: Bachelor) Party abroad, in six weeks time.
And when I return from said Stag, my boss will have left the country again for two more weeks.
On the plus side, I'm not any of these people: