Hands up, if you spent the best part of December, overeating like a voracious glutton and drinking wine like a booze hag at Bingo?
Ummm… You can’t see this, but my hand is up too.
Hands up, if you spent at least a couple of nights during the holidays, lying in bed eating Smiths Originals at Midnight while watching a Sons of Anarchy marathon?
Yep, up again.
Hands up, if you did the bare minimum exercise over the festive period, because you were just way too busy, socializing, sleeping in and being lazy?
Is it wrong to put both hands up?
Since it’s well and truly January now, my extended (and shameful) yearly vacation from being my normal health conscious self, has come to a close. The jig is up.
I’m back at the Gym.
I’m back on water.
I’m backing off of my beloved salted crisps.
It’s time for nourishment. It’s time to right my numerous wrongs.
Vegetables. Clear broths. Lean meat.
My body is screaming for it, and I know I’m not alone.
This Festive Feast is all things healthy AND delicious.
It will lift your spirits while it tingles your taste buds.
And, it’s quicker and easier than a teenage boy on Prom night.
So, if like me, you hold the burning desire to slay that health crushing Christmas demon.
Or, perhaps you’re just feeling flat because you’ve spent the last 3 weeks drowning your immunity and energetic enthusiasm in alcohol…
Every day is a new Chapter.
And dear friends, this is the perfect place to start your book of Twenty-Fifteen.
Until next week xxx