My World: Christmas is coming, and Joe is getting fat

Since leaving my last job where three course canteen meals were free, I have regulated what I eat and exercise much more.

I say regulated what I eat, I mean felt guilty when I have told myself I can have one Jammie Dodger and eaten four instead.

But with Christmas fast approaching, am I allowed to let go and enjoy myself, on the premise that I work extra hard in January?

Or should I continue the hard graft I have put in so far and give the Christmas feasts a miss this year?

There is only one answer to that question.

It is, in part, down to the numerous sugary snacks and delicious alternatives that come out for the festive period.

The other day I was shopping with the partner and ended up buying some stolen slices, some mince pies and some Haribo in the shape of reindeers.

The logic behind this splurge was to save the majority for the run up to the fat man sliding down my chimney.

However the painful truth is that there are hardly any left, and with how bad my eating habits have been, the only fat man who will be anywhere near my chimney breast will be trying to shimmy past it!

We normally buy a bottle of wine a week as well, so we can enjoy a glass a couple of nights a week with our tea.

This week we bought two bottles, with the mindset that if we buy an extra bottle for a couple of weeks, we can keep them down the cellar for when friends and family visit over the holidays.

That has also gone, and let’s just say I can’t remember too much about drinking it either.

The point which I am trying to make is that it is now late November, a month away from the big day.

My waist has already started expanding, just from one week of over indulgence, so what will it be like in another month?

My mind tells me to stop now and cut it back, enjoy Christmas and the food and drinks that come with it, without going over the top like every other year.

My heart tells me to shut the hell up and go get some more mince pies, they’re only around at this time of year!