Dry January

My goodness have I had a lot of fun lately. The bathroom scales are not as fun. Well, they are for other people, but not for me. Gah! It is not pretty, and I am not getting any younger either. So, dry January then. I couldn't face it during the various lockdowns and other pandemic-affected periods, but now feels like a good time for a reset. Wine is my main vice, but as I may have hinted at here from time to time I do like a proper cocktail. Several, normally.

One of my five a day

A convivial evening around Christmas.....

I just really really enjoy a glass of wine. Thinking about wine, about where to get it, how much to stock up on, what food it will go with, what to open and so on takes up a serious amount of my waking hours. But I reckon I can give it up with no issues at all, certainly temporarily. I may get the White Burgundy shakes after a few days but I'll work through it. How hard can it be?

So, with a few definite exceptions towards the end of the month I am going to keep my hands off the cellar and out of the drinks cupboard. It will all keep, indeed much of it will actually get better, and hopefully I will shed the excess pounds as quickly as I appear to have put them on. Will you see me jogging around Wanstead? Unlikely at this point, but let's see if this does anything first.