by Caren Coté
On January 12th I'll smoke a pack of cigarettes in the house. January 19th I'll buy a dozen eggs and cook them all in one delicious dinner. January 26th I'll donate our scale to Goodwill and make two pairs of expensive running shoes a present for the dog. Resolutions are for breaking. Exploiting my perceived lack of character is the best option open to me. As long as my husband doesn't realize what's happening.
Caren Coté hasn't made a resolution in years, but has used saturated fat as a weapon. Her short story "Schadenfreude" is forthcoming in Ink-Filled Page.