I love eating and I love food. It's like a hobby. I have no shame in sharing that I very much enjoy everything about food: planning it, shopping for it, preparing it, eating it, tasting it, everything! To me, food will never just be fuel. It will always been something to be enjoyed, and sometimes, I enjoy it just a little too much!
This New Year I have decided things will be different. Not for me the guilt-trip of recrimination that generally follows my orgy of over-indulgence during the Christmas holidays. In short, I have decided that come January I will no longer be making public declarations of unrealistic New Year Resolutions.
This morning my four-year-old walked in on me in the bathroom and caught me mid-diet, eyes downcast with a frown on my face. She followed my gaze and immediately took in the silver scales I was standing on in the middle of the floor, out from their usual hiding place in the cupboard. "Mum, are you measuring yourself?"