Like millions of you out there in the Blogosphere January 1st 2010 was D-Day. 'D' as in Diet.
We're two weeks in and undoing the damage we didn't need to do over Christmas, following the damage done in the 11 months previously.
What I want to know is why does it have to be so bloody difficult? Are we really so used to stuffing our piggy little faces with chocolate, pies and booze that we are actually unable to enjoy anything that might be deemed 'good' for us?.
Er, yes actually.
Every spoonful of Special-K is a Big Mac, every Banana a Twix. Food is the enemy. Dust.
I need to get a life. And lose weight.