As we languish in the midst of the Christmas hangover (not a literal hangover, but the quiet after the storm of family, road trips to see them, and all the wrapping paper and toys scattered on the floor), we look into the future. Or at least a week away into New Year’s Day. That magical day, for some reason, where we reevaluate our life decisions and get inspired to make permanent and drastic changes that last almost until the end of January. That’s when gym memberships spike. It’s the typical “New year. New me.” B.S. we roll our eyes at when that one friend we have says they are going to change.