Well actually it’s more than a year, it’s been quite a few.

All of which kicked off with countless New Year’s Resolutions of promises to be better, get fitter, lose weight, be less scathing and more tolerant.

But here I am, the same cynical, unforbearing chubster that I always was.

As we enter 2015 I have decided the only resolution I will be making will be to make no New Year’s Resolutions.

Previous form has proven I have neither the willpower, discipline nor resolve to succeed, so what’s the point?

Case in point: At this exact time last year I was preparing to start a 10-week fitness challenge (unbelievably for me, one of three I would sign up for in 2014).

In the interests of will-showing I ditched my staple diet of crisps, pasta, bread and potatoes and became a connoisseur of fruit, vegetables, meat and rice. Add to this my exercise routine of three, four and sometimes five classes a week and the result was a new woman.

I felt better and people told me the changes were visible too.

But then something happened. I returned to work after a year on maternity leave and the juggling act of work, children, family and (non) spare time became a lot harder to balance.

Well that and I acquiesced to my inner pie face and as soon as the metafit classes gradually dwindled, so too did my new and improved diet. Fail.

2014 was also the year I alienated half my friends (both Facebook and actual) by admitting my distaste for the regrettable fashion-fad that is the HD Brow. My curt assessment that they are “currently ruining the faces of thousands of once, human-looking females” did for my fan base what covering the referendum did for Nick Robinson’s. Proving, again, that the whole `less scathing` thing was never going to work out.

This year was also the year of the Ice Bucket Challenge. The uber annoying craze which swept the globe and involved well-meaning people dousing themselves in ice-cold water to raise money and awareness for Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS) Association.

Its British equivalent, the Motor Neurone Disease Association, also benefited from the stunt.

I get it. It’s a great cause and millions of pounds have been raised in its name. But, as they say, you can have too much of a good thing. With that in mind, if I never see another video being posted, shared, liked, or tweeted, it will be too soon.

Perhaps the big craze or challenge for 2015 can be to avoid being lemmings and perhaps think for ourselves. That’s not to say I am against donating to charity, but I just prefer to do it quietly, to the tune of my own agenda. And not whilst being covered in ice cold water.

So, with that in mind I have decided to banish all talk of resolutions, challenges and charity drives for 2015 and instead have decided to offer some words of wisdom (which I stole from someone else) “Tomorrow is the first blank page of a 365-page book. Write a good one.”