RESOLVE is what I need now. Or so goes the Foo Fighters’ song of the same name.

It is that time of year when people decide to take stock of all the holes and imbalances in their life and do something about them.

At least they resolve to.

These resolutions purport to offer us a brief glimpse into the “what could be” of our lives, but they’re all so negative.

I’m going to stop smoking or drinking or unhealthy eating.

Most will have weight loss on their list.

I should. I am a walking advert for heart disease, Type 2 diabetes and gastric bypass surgery.

I know what I need to do to lose weight. Eat less and move more.

I might have a small brain capacity, but even my grey matter can comprehend that equation.

Thing is, I have to really want to do it.

Writing that goal on a list of things to do at the beginning of each year has never, and is unlikely to ever, aid that desire.

My inability to fit into any of my triple XL clothing might, though. Time will tell.

Making resolutions is of course a complete waste of time.

It’s why in 1999 my New Year’s resolution was to not make any more resolutions.

It’s the only one I have ever stuck to.

I know there are things I can do in 2012 to make my life richer.

To that end I have noted a few.

These I hasten to add are not resolutions, merely suggestions.

I have for some time felt that Tuesday’s need brightening up.

It’s my least favourite day of the week.

You’ve used up all the energy, joy and comfort garnered from the previous weekend to weather the storm of Monday, and the following weekend is still way too far off in the distance to provide any glimmering hope.

Tuesday gives you nothing.

So to replenish the tarnished image of the day derived from the God Mars I have decided each Tuesday will be celebrated like my birthday and Christmas rolled together.

Why, just this last Tuesday I changed my bed sheets a full six weeks earlier than scheduled. It’s a brave new world. (sure I’m still single. Why do you ask?) I’m also going to buy one thing per week from a local shop and to hell with the money I could save by buying it at a large well known national chain.

Too often we complain of high streets in Oxfordshire all looking the same, with the regular names selling regular items.

Well it’s time to put up or shut up. I’m not committing to utterly changing my shopping habits, but I will make a conscious effort to buy local once a week.

Finally I resolve that this column will be imaginative, creative and free from clichés.

I aim to avoid stereotypical topics, like writing about New Year’s Resolutions in January’s first article… Well in the words of one of the 21st century’s greatest role models Bart Simpson. “I can’t promise I’ll try, but I’ll try to try”.