Well, its that time of the year again. Christmas has come and gone. The time to eat, drink, and be merry is over and we all start planning what we will do in the coming year.
Like nearly everyone else, I always make resolutions and, like nearly everyone else, they usually get broken.
I make them with the best of intentions but unfortunately, I have a lack of willpower to see them through. It’s like how before Christmas I promised myself I’d be good on Christmas day.
We weren’t buying chocolates.
I was going to watch what I ate.
The alcohol would be drunk in moderation.
I had all these great ideas.
Three Baileys later, the chocolates that accidentally fell into my trolley when doing the Christmas shopping were jumping from the tub to my mouth. The crisps that were purchased for eveyone else to snack on were calling to me and the sherry had somehow vanished before the Baileys got opened.
Naturally, all this led to a new years resolution to diet.
As some of you will know, this is something that isn’t new to me. I’ve been battling the scales for years and since my daughter decided to get married, it’s become a war of epic proportions. With fear of looking awful in the wedding photos driving me, I’ve made it a goal to lose weight. When my daughter asked me to walk her down the aisle, it became a mission.
The fact that people will see me when I walk her down the aisle doesn’t bother me. It’s not like these people haven’t seen me before. What escalated the issue is the fact that my ex-husband will see it.
To put it plainly, if I am going to piss him off royally by taking his place and walking her down the aisle, I want to look and feel amazing while doing it.
Petty I know, but what the hell?
So anyway, after my disaster of a healthy Christmas, I now have to start losing weight again so off I popped to Slimming World online and signed up.
I’ve been on the plan for one and a half weeks and so far, I’ve gained a pound and a half. Nice symmetry, don’t you think?
Yup, in less than a week the resolution went out the window.
As I try desperately to regain my self control, I console myself with the fact that I’m one among many. Although I’ve already hit the chocolate and drownd my sorrows over it with alcohol, it’s still the start of a new year, and really it’s probably still classed as a new year until we hit February. Thats what I’m telling myself anyway.
So, my new year is starting again today.
Actually, make that tomorrow. We still have some chocolate and Baileys left.
Anyone else already broken their resolutions?