When I was little I made the same resolutions every year: give up biting my nails and stop being shy. I still bite my nails and am shy, although not so cripplingly, so they weren't the most successful of resolutions.
What shall I resolve this year I pondered as I wandered. (Do you like that? Poetic?)
My first thought was that I shall resolve to lose weight.
No, I shall only make resolutions I can type without laughing. So I'll resolve to become a best-selling ... no good, I can't get as far as author without giggling.
What about 'I'll be a nicer and less selfish person'? Well, I got to the end but that's a bit worthy. I know 'I'll be nice to Chris in work.' But he won't be nice to me and I'm not going to be nice to him if he's not nice to me so that's not a good one. Looks like I'm left with 'I'll be nice to Jonathan in Zac's.' No, wait, a resolution should at least be achievable ...
Guess I'll just have to resolve to continue to be as gorgeous and talented and wonderful as I already am. That'll be easy then.