SNJ editor Sue Smith is getting into shape for an adventurous holiday.

 

AM HANGING my head in dismay this week after a disastrous bout of socialising. The socialising obviously was great fun but the food and drink that accompanied it has left me nodding in disbelief while standing on the bathroom scales.

I knew before I got on there of course that barring an overnight miracle the numbers were not going to be good but I needed to shock myself with the truth.

I had been doing so well too but the brutal truth is I am not going to turn down free-flowing champagne or the most delicious Sunday roast of pork (and crackling) when it is cooked and presented to me.

I really must have the willpower of a gnat. But then I have reasoned with myself, winter is approaching with fewer opportunities to get out and about and see friends. Once those cold dark nights descend I have no further ambition but to hibernate with a good book or a decent TV programme; actually, I don’t mind if it is a mindless, bubblegum programme as long as the heating is on full blast.

However, unlike similar episodes in the past where a setback such as this would have me stuffing my face as a consolation I have started the week on a good, sure foot and, although it is frustrating to have to work so hard just to get back to where I left off, I will get there.

I suppose the bottom line is life is too short to be so fixated on losing weight that we miss out on opportunities that come along, carpe diem and all that. I must just try to be more disciplined in the gaps in between flitting from social events.