For me, December has long been about travel. Not the exotic travel that some critics are afforded at this time of year, when high-brow goes out the window in favour of dodgy innuendo and outrageous costumes. For me, December is dominated by the pantomime schedules and negotiating where I can be and when. This year was always going to be different. This year I had a full-time job, which would occupy much of my energies through the day while my evenings remained entrenched in fairyland.
Amid the flurry of purchase orders and deadlines, something had to give and that appears to be my waistline, which has expanded with all the ease of a butcher filling a sausage. I am however in the process of making a change to this. I am back on my bike, as my evenings are freeing up slightly and I've been back in the pool already, albeit there will have to be a pause over Christmas. Thankfully, the Better Organisation, who run my group of pools and gyms are only closed on the big day itself.
I am supplementing my exercise by running at the moment. Not great distances but enough to make a difference. It wasn't that long ago when I felt that I couldn't ever run as part of my exercise regime but now it's definitely doable. The thing is, losing weight is going to be a lot harder this time around. I am older and my working timetable is more erratic than it's ever been and food and wine are easy comforts for stress and fatigue. I'm going to claw it back though. I am away in mid-February (hopefully) for a holiday. Somewhere hot with a pool and a view worth painting. I intend to look the best I can on that holiday. I love having goals, with something to aim for. So I'm off on another journey - wave if you see me!
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