That's it over for another year.

Date: 30th of December
Occasion: The Post-Christmas weigh in. UH OH.

Christmas to me is a holiday of relaxation, fun and family gatherings along with a splash of transatlantic travelling. Food is always thrown at me at Christmas, some years more literally than others, and this year was no different (you can't beat a food fight on a cruise ship). For the last few months I've been struggling with my weight, I've come to the conclusion that food should never be your prime comforter (honey, set yourself down to an episode of SATC and that should do the job). My New Years resolutions, like the majority of women, consist of weight and clothes issues. I WILL lose those 14lbs (says the girl that has just devoured 3 champagne truffles) and I WILL learn to budget (some live by the moto; 'clothes optional' for me it's 'clothes essential').

So, here I am locked in an intense staring match with my scales. I'm blessed to live in a house at University that doesn't boast communal scales (why would you do this to yourself, WHY?). I take a deep breath, and go for it. One foot and I think 'wahay, that's not bad'. Oh wait, that's half of my body weight. SHIT. Two feet on, one quick glance at the reader and I'm off those scales as fast as my fat ass will move, or jiggle, as the case may be.

On a depressing note, it's obvious that my Post-Christmas weigh in was anything but successful. I dread the thought of turning into a handbag and shoe only lady on the basis that I'm too fat to wear the clothes I want to wear. Boo, hiss, boo. How did everyone else find their post-Christmas weigh in? Any miraculous success stories? If so, keep them to yourselves. All you podgy ladies, you're very welcome to wallow in a state of self pity with myself.

S.B. x