Resolved: Nobody likes a quitter

New Years' resolutions are for quitters.

According to the Wall Street Journal, most people promise to quit something in the new year. Smoking, drinking and overeating are the biggies. More than 80 percent of the population vows to quit one of these evils, yet only one out of five will actually keep the resolution past a few weeks.

When you quit on quitting doesn't it work like a double negative? A quitting quitter is really a winner. Like Brett Favre.

Unfortunately, for as long as I can remember, I've never vowed to quit anything. Oh, wait. That's not true. Years ago, I made a resolution to stop quoting the Wall Street Journal and to quit making inane sports references.

Great ...

Maybe I should join in with the quitting theme for my 2011 New Year's resolution. I just need to come up with the right activity to quit.

I'm not going to quit drinking. To avoid alcohol with two children under the age of 18 is crazy talk. Besides, I don't drink all the time. Several months ago, my kids were sleeping over at their grandparents. They called to check in.

"Mommy, have you had any cocktails?" Youngest asked.

"Honey," I said, "you guys aren't here. There's no reason to drink."

I don't smoke or overeat. I could still list quitting cigarettes or brownies as my New Year's resolution, but that would be cheating.

I seriously considered "Quit Judging" for about five minutes. Then one of my friends compared the love she feels for her dogs to the love I feel for my kids. Before I knew it, I was telling her about the similarities and differences between animals and people, and I asked her if she was out of her mind.

Right away, I realized I'd be that one out of five and decided to aim lower.

Then it hit me.

Looking at areas of my life, for dead-end attractions to purge, I recognized one area that's crying out to be cut loose. One area where I've put myself out there time and again to no avail. One love in particular that takes, takes, takes. A love that hasn't loved me back for years.

Politics.

Let's face it. Politics is dirty and ugly and nasty. It chews up idealists and spits out paranoid schizophrenics. Keeping our elected officials honest is important, but getting too wrapped up in one side over another leaves behind a ruined, wrinkled mess, like Rush Limbaugh's heart. Politics is not hot.

I won't ever stop being an activist and advocate, but I am going to turn off cable news and pick up a good book instead.

We'll see how it goes. If something crazy starts happening, like liberals get their act together or conservatives start making sense, I can always go back on my promise.

After all, Brett Favre has been an impressive football player since he quit. According to the Wall Street Journal.