January, January. January. January. January. Too much. Another year, another 12 months of worrying. And it all starts out with January. January. Can I lose all this weight that I promised myself I'll lose? Yeah. Well, I become the fashion king or queen. Well, I finally get that promotion at work. Probably not. Oh, society puts so much pressure on us to start the year with all these goals. Resolution. What are these goals? Why do we have to? I don't know. I mean, you started with all of them r...