I think I read somewhere that the worst thing you could do to yourself is to break your own promises.
Or do I make up the statement myself? Geez, I'm not even sure.
With shame, I hereby declare my un-addressed resolutions:
p/s- As I'm typing this, Awish is doing his somersault on my back, pulling my hair... and crying his lungs out for more milk. Mannnn this isn't going to be easy.