Vitamin D and broccoli
People are so predictable. Me included.
I’m currently watching television with my mother after our fourth enormous lunch in a row. But all I can think about is the weighing scales in the bathroom.
I don’t know when my brain switched from delighting in the extravagance of Christmas and New Year to craving a diet of broccoli and lentils. But the change has struck – I don’t want to see any more roast potatoes or sausages wrapped in bacon. Or Yorkshire puddings coated in gravy. I don’t even want to drink red wine and fall asleep in front of the fire! All the things I spent weeks looking forward to, and indeed spend every December dreaming about, are now my enemy. And the enemy of quite a few of my clothes that complain as I stretch them to fit this new Christmassy shape.
Luckily my jogging bottoms have an elasticated waist so they will fit me when I drag myself out of bed tomorrow morning and try to remember how to run.
Ever since I hit 30 and couldn’t rely on a young metabolism to do my dirty work for me this transition from feast to self enforced famine has quietly come about just in time for expensive gym memberships to strike.
Because they know this happens too. They know January is their month to make a killing, the month when hot cakes don’t sell like hot cakes but gym memberships do.
So my New Year’s resolution is to be less predictable in 2015. I’m not going to join the gym, go a few times and then get bored. I’m not going to give up alcohol and potatoes for a month. And I’m not going to feel guilty for enjoying the festive period.
I’m going to be an advertisers nightmare by refusing to do the things I always do.
Although there’s one predictable New Year ritual I’m not going to give up. Because there’s one thing in life (especially a life in London where it’s freezing for the next four months) that I can’t give up and that’s a strong dose of vitamin D in mid winter.
I’m very happy to do exactly what the airlines and hoteliers expect of me in the next few days and book some sunshine. Is there anything as exciting as stepping onto the sand for the first time in ages, laying a towel on a sun bed and feeling the sun’s rays on your back? I can feel my batteries recharging and sit back while the warm light breathes life into pale skin that’s been hidden under layers of jumpers and coats for months.
There’s not much I can’t do without. But warm sunshine is probably at the top of that list.
So you’ll have to excuse me. I’ve got to steam some broccoli and start looking for hotels.
Happy New Year to me! And to you of course.