I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry for abandoning you all during the Christmas period. As you can imagine, I was really busy… watching Fifty Greatest Number Ones Ever and Fifty Greatest Rock Songs Ever and Fifty Greatest Videos Ever and so on and so forth. It’s the curse of Freeview; nothing good is on but you sit and watch it anyway. I’m pretty sure it made me shed more than a few brain cells. It has also forced me into developing a liking for Ashton Kutcher. I don’t know why or how his moronic ramblings on the endless repeats of Punk’d made me begin to find him attractive but there you have it. (Not quite as scary as me wondering if Gordon Ramsay is as passionate in the bedroom as he is in the kitchen but I was hormonal so we’ll discount that).
Overdosing on TV aside, I actually managed to do something good for a change; I went for a run, twice this week. I decided to start running partly because it’s a good way to let off steam but also for the obvious reason of getting fit. I have never exercised regularly up to this point because I’m lazy and slim so never had the motivation. My diet has consisted of chips, chocolate and Nandos for years but it was only after I consumed over three quarters of a strawberry gateau in one day over the holidays that I started to question myself. Colleagues at the medical research centre I work at tell me that I’m fat on the inside and that I will get diabetes and heart disease before my time. On the other end of the spectrum, if I dare to mention the C-word to friends, they all glare at me in disparage. The C-word being Cellulite of course. Some fail to understand that it’s a curse that doesn’t discriminate between overweight unhealthy women and slim unhealthy women. So, yes, getting fit is on the cards.
Other than that, I’m a few chapters away from completing the first draft of my second book (yay me). I’m also starting to house-hunt so I’m set for a busy few months. I guess if it all starts to get on top of me, there’s always Freeview :)
Oh, and Happy New Year.