Well – I certainly feel I am what I eat.
My diet has nose-dived over the past 6 months. This is a combination of working longer hours, living on my own, getting lunch paid for at work, having snacks and other not-so-healthy things provided at the office, drinking more, etc.
It’ll be a case of ‘all change’ come January 1st, however. I’ll firm-up my New Year’s resolutions before the year is out, but at the very least they will include a drastic reduction in alcohol consumption and a radical overhaul of my diet. My insatiable appetite for bread, cheeses, crisps, crackers, M&S chocolate and other snack food will be unflinchingly addressed.
Once upon a time, you see, I was one of those tiresome gym bunnies and health-food bores, waxing lyrical about ultra-low-fat probiotic yoghurt, of freshly juiced apple and carrot and of what brand of running shoe to wear. I went to the gym every weekend, usually quite early in the morning. And that was in addition to the 2x after work I’d go during the week. How much has changed…
So in 10 days time I will begin atoning for the twin sins of gluttony and sloth with a fervour that will, I hope, border on the messianic.