partied out

I discovered something over christmas that I never thought I would: that you *can* have too much party food. I gave myself full permission before the festivities to buy, eat and drink just what I wanted to until it all ran out. Mmm, lots of Thornton's chocolate, raspberry liqueur, cointreau, mince pies, roast dinners and christmas pud to share with my Big Girl's fella (the only other person who likes it). After about five days of it I was noticing the indigestion, the old tiredness creeping back, the stomach bloating and a hankering after 'real food' so since then I've been tempering my indulgences and eating more veg, and going easy on the alcohol. And now that the days of mince pies and brandy sauce for breakfast are coming to an end I find I'm really looking forward to treating my body a bit more gently (and a bit more firmly too). I hesitate to call it a new year's resolution, as I don't do those, but I will say that diet and exercise is going to be top of my list of priorities for this coming year. Having my Big Girl's doggy to look after has been really good for me too, and after an hour's walk every day my legs are aching in a good way. I must, must, must keep this up. I don't think I realised how far back I had slipped on the fitness front and the rot stops NOW.