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Two days of eating. Far, far too much eating. It started yesterday morning - Christmas morning - after Dad had dropped me off at mum’s. My car was sitting on the drive, having been fixed (and serviced) and it looked suspiciously like it had been washed.

So, breakfast in the conservatory, then lots of texting Christmas wishes. A bit of helping in the kitchen, scouring the TV pages for something decent to watch, then giving up and putting on a film instead. Hard Rain. Christian Slater. Bad on many levels, but Christian Slater has nice hair. Drank tea. Ate mince pies.

Zipped back home for ten minutes around half four to meet Sal, who was delivering Oscar for his Christmas break, then straight back to mum’s for the usual massive dinner. Opened presents, watched rubbish on TV. Ate Christmas pudding, played rummikub (and won). Ate Christmas cake. Drank tea.

Not bad for a Wednesday. Arrived back within about ten minutes of dad, who had spent the day with friends. Unpacked presents, chatted for a while, then flopped into bed. Knew nothing more until Oscar arrived on top of the duvet some time around six or seven, wailing for attention. He can’t have got much as the next thing I know it’s nine. Flopped around in bed some more, then crawled out from under the covers to make a mug of tea.

Was in no particular mood for food after yesterday’s excesses, but Sal and Dan were due at noon (arrived just before one, as expected), so spent the morning slicing onions (no tears), pepper and mushrooms, rolling out pastry, cutting up apples, making crumbles and assembling various pie-like objects for lunch.

Sat everyone in front of the Xbox after they’d arrived while I finished, made a mess on the carpet with a bag of flour and burnt my fingers on some hell-hot Pyrex.

Ate nibbles, ate lunch, ate pudding, ate cake.

Ate chocolate biscuits.

Playes games, watched crap on TV, played with the cat, ate sandwiches.

Drank tea.

And now it’s late and I could happily go without food for a week. December, an unhealthy month, is almost over and it’s time to get back to the gym. The party season is finished, so after two weeks I have no excuse for dodging the running machines any more. My MP3 player is fully stocked (in both batteries and songs) my kit is sitting in my bag, fresh and clean, and I’ve blown the dust from my membership card.

The lean, post-Christmas me begins today this week.

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