Me: Thank you for meeting me today. I’m hoping we can agree on a set of strategic KPIs for 2017.
Body: Sure, whatever you say.
Me: Well, that’s the thing – we make plans and then you just do your own thing. It doesn’t really feel like you’re a team player.
Body: I don’t see you going along with any of my plans.
Me: I’ve already given you all of January to do whatever you wanted, which was apparently to eat Cheetos while watching every single mockumentary on Netflix. It’s time to get serious about this year. My strategy has two main objectives: developing muscle tone and maintaining a vaguely professional appearance. Each objective has three sub-points, starting with –
Body: My main plan is weird chin hairs. Lots of them.
Me: What? No! No one wants that!
Body: Also random wrinkles. Like, vertical cheek wrinkles.
Me: That’s not even a thing.
Body: … yet.
Me: This is what I mean, we’re working against each other. I spend an hour at the gym and then another hour with the tweezers, and you undo it all overnight!
Body: Hey, re-growing those hairs is hard work.
Me: It’s wasted effort! You could be using that energy to, like, develop some abs.
Body: You could be feeding me Cheetos.
Me: 2017 is not the Year of the Cheeto! 2017 is the Year of Beet Salad and Cross-Training and Actually Wearing Some Make-Up to Work Most Days.
Body: Beet salad, really?
Me: It’s got fennel, I thought it was –
Body: Okay, sure.
Me: Look, can you at least stop twisting out of pelvic alignment immediately after I pay $78 to see the osteopath every week?
Body: You clearly don’t know me very well.