While I like to kid myself that I've kept up the running over the Christmas period, the truth of the matter is that there have been many weeks that I've only run once. And usually then only on a Monday when my resolve is generally at its peak. Combined with a healthy appetite for all things Christmas, I'm seeing the error of my ways in the inability of waistband buttons to meet button-holes.
So it seemed fitting that this book appeared in the mail in recent days and is giving me a much needed kick up the elasticated-waisted-stretchy pants.
The children were suitably horrified by the title. Even moreso when I told them their father had bought it for me!
If like me you're feeling a little fuller around the midriff than in November, you know full well your jeans haven't been in the drier, or if your mother-in-law arrived to visit last night with a box of Lindt balls tucked under her arm, then this could be just the motivation you're looking for.