It’s official. The second Wednesday in January is statistically the most depressing day of the year. It’s not Christmas anymore – and doesn’t your wallet know it! -, the shops are now filled with Cadbury’s Creme Eggs and various other Easter goodies that not only make you groan in the same way that you did when tinsel appeared in Tesco in September, but also despair because salivating at the sight of shelves and shelves of sweet, sweet chocolate is not wholly conducive to your new fitness regime, which is waning slightly because on Friday night you were so proud of yourself for getting through the week that you went for a curry. And a glass of wine. Ok, maybe two. I certainly did.
|My Monday lunchtime Bellinis…|
At lunch the other day with a friend, I must have mentioned ‘points’ about fifteen times. Apologies to her because I was actually chowing down on a pizza at the time and it was mighty good. And it was tracked. And I worked out that morning. So actually, I’m making this healthy lifestyle part of my life, not just my January. In fact, I have been doing so for about a year and a half now. It feels good.
It’s a crying shame that my new start has actually coincided with the New Year, so I actually seem to have a lot of resolutions (see Monday’s post) (and I do state that they are resolutions giving into the hype, even though I don’t like that label). However, I have been wanting to make the leap to write full-time from home for a while, and moving back to the UK just happened to be at Christmas, so so be it. Apologies if I seem like a hypocrite but incidentally, if you are lacking in friends willing to go for a Friday night curry and a glass of wine in January, give me a call. Everything in moderation.