Like New Year's Eve.
In my opinion, when the clock strikes glorious midnight on that day, 2012 is completely wiped away and all the bullshit of the last few months can go fuck itself. I will find the glorious motivation and drive that hit me last year around this same time. I will continue on this transformative journey, in which there is no end point, and I will ignore any self-flagellating thoughts about how I kind of thought I'd be "done" with weight loss by now and I should be in some perfect state of bliss.
'Cause I have plans, y'all. Get ready for the details in the next few days. My deep love and affection for lists and schedules will be reading its ugly head. I am getting oh so ready.
2013, it is on.