Confessional.
Forgive me further, for I have sinned. Again.
Time of year is an easy excuse, so let’s grab it while it’s still available.
A long-planned festive pub get-together last Thursday, corporate Christmas bash on Saturday evening, lunch with some mates today. Several days of wine and dozes on one side of the scales, with just a semi-run for an hour on Saturday morning, and a mundane 4 miles in the middle of last week, on the other.
Did I mention scales? The weight dive seems to have come to a temporary halt as I struggle to metabolise 6 days of gluttony. I can see the headline now.
MY GRUB HELL.
Except… except it was all rather pleasant really. That’s the confession
