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Who is it, really? I like to think it’s the most reasonable, experienced, thoughtful persona in my collection of selves. But if that were true, why did I eat the ice cream, and the chips, and drink the two glasses of wine when I weigh 160 pounds and stand 5’2″ and know that I need to shed 25 pounds in order to be healthy?

The five-year-old, the all-mouth, demanding instant gratification is quite frequently the boss of me.

This year, I’m thinking, I’ll work on that. Find a way to dial in the self who’s got the bigger picture in mind.