False Promises, Real Resolutions
I have not bought a single “women’s” magazine since 2011. Not a fashion magazine, not a cooking magazine, not a fitness magazine. Trust me, this choice is not always easy. It’s hard not to stop at the kiosks at the airport and buy the newest issue of Cosmo or Us. It’s hard not to bring a bag full of magazines with me on a train or a plane or anywhere I could possibly get bored. It’s even hard not to stock my bathroom with tabloids to keep up on the daily gossip.