By Di Westaway | Chief Adventure Chick and Founder of Wild Women On Top
I’ve just realised my New Year’s resolutions always fail. Nearly every single year since I was allowed out in the dark, I’ve raised my glass of bubbles (or tea, or tequila) at midnight on 31 December and wished for a fitter, slimmer, more fun version of myself.
Alas, I’m not a genie, and my wishes did not come true.
That’s not to say I haven’t, at various thrilling stages of my life, felt fitter, slimmer and more fun. But it wasn’t the promise of a new year that motivated me. Here's what did.