Okay, I'm a bit tired after today's eleven-hour spell at work, so let's see what I can squeeze out tonight...

Well, after piling on at least half a stone over the festive period (and feeling decidedly miserable for it), you'd think I would know better than to keep on nibbling at mince pies & chocolate biscuits on a worryingly regular basis.

But no.

I started off the day with the best intentions, and had a bowl of fresh fruit salad for my breakfast. But it all fell apart when I had my lunch; I had a pasta ready-meal AND an egg & ham baguette. (Okay, maybe I could recover from that?) Well, since there were several large mince pies on almost every table in the staff canteen, luring me in with their icing sugar frosted stars on top, what am I to do? I confess, I was completely powerless to resist!

At least I only ate ONE...

Obviously the 15 minute walk to and from work every day doesn't burn enough calories. And to be honest, I'd much rather walk than catch the bus anyway. I don't know what it is about catching the bus that I dislike, but I think it has something to do with feeling like I'm relying on the bus timetable to tell me when I can go home. Does that make sense? Put it this way, over the last couple of weeks, I've walked home with heavy bags in the pouring rain, just because I prefer to walk than catch a bus.

Okay, why have I just eaten another chocolate bar? This is really bad. I have to stop!

On that note, I think that's me done for tonight. Maybe I could just manage another couple of biscuits...

Thanks for reading.

Matt ;)