Walking through the second door. It’s the formula of nearly every story ever told, because it works. Once you pass through a door, you can never go back. The formula of nearly every story ever told. Now let me tell you what isn’t a good movie. Our unhappy hero wakes up one late December morning and stares at the mirror. “Oh god” he sighs, at his portly reflection. “In the new year, I swear – I’m going to lose weight!” And then he updates his Facebook status, buys a copy of Runners World, and goes to the gym three times. The End. "I'm exercising on Facebook"
If you want to make a resolution – a real resolution – you’re gonna have to walk through a door. The smart, resolute part of yourself might be in control now, but you know that’s not who will stop you. The lazy, stupid, reflexive part of yourself will be in control later, when the air is cold and you feel sort-of-ill-ish-I-think, and if you haven’t got something to drag that screaming brat out of bed you will fail.