I am the last person on Earth who should ever talk about diets. In fact, nobody should ever really talk about “diets”. Let’s put those horrors in a musty old box somewhere and forget that such a concept were ever invented. There, isn’t that better?
Christmas, in spite of this, has left me feeling a little less than bright-eyed and bushy tailed. As a pescetarian, and therefore unable to partake in turkey related festivities, there is only so much cannelloni and chocolate I can eat before rolling becomes my preferred method of transport. Believe me, it’s not a pretty sight.
This has to be rectified, healthily, somehow. Balancing the onslaught of “New Year, New You” publicity with a desperate need not to lose weight (quite the opposite) is anything but easy when your head wants to trip you up. Instead, this January, I’m aiming to break the lethargy by adding something new (and hopefully fun) to my routine. Between this and making a brave if foolish attempt at keeping up with my resolutions, I will be one busy bee this side of summer 2013, when I may or may not be venturing forth to Spain for a year. Eek.
What can you add, then, that doesn’t involve emotionally blackmailing yourself? I’m hoping to keep up with:
- expanding my drinks repertoire
- looking presentable even when I don’t feel it or have time to fake it extensively (bedsheet marks NOT included…)
- a new form of exercise
…at least, for January. The failures that will be attempts at New Year’s Resolutions are another matter entirely.