Post Christmas fatness

Well, I hope you've all had a fantastic Christmas break.  I've been at Mum and Dad's since Tuesday and I must say it's been one of the nicest Christmases I've had for years.  The only thing missing has been Diarmuid but, if he had been here, we would probably gone to Ireland so I wouldn't have been here anyway.  That's a bit zen for now though.

My sister and her family are here too and it has been great spending time with all the nieces and the nephew.  The dogs have been in heaven with so many laps and pats on hand but even they are getting a bit tired now with the non-stop excitement.  I think they'll be happy to get home tomorrow. 

I'm pleased to report that, although I feel very fat and have been eating all sorts of rubbish, I have managed to go running 3 (count them - 3!!) times in the last few days.  It has been good - I'm not very fast and I only run for 2 or 3 miles but at least I've made a start.

I went running at 9am on Christmas Day morning and met 3 other people out there also running in anticipation of the excesses to come so I was in good company.  The dogs were happy too.

Today has brought a drive back to Sheffield for the football match and then back to Ma and Pa's.  The football was mediocre but enjoyable nonetheless.  I like the ritual of it all.  I'm leaving the Mothership tomorrow and have a packed schedule of parties and days out from now until I go back to work on 5 January.  Can't wait!

I'm determined that, once I get home thought, tomorrow, I'm going to start to exercise some restraint in the food department and going to carry on with the running too.  I'm going to be starting back with LL in January as I want to get a stone or so off before Easter.  It's going to be going over ground I have just covered I'm sure but who cares, I've not left the path and I'm not going to.

Not really sure what I'm trying to say except that it's been nice to feel normal this year....yes, I've gained a few lbs and eaten a bit much but no, it's not the end of the world.