Well hello. Christmas has come and gone. New Year’s, too, with lots of food eaten in short order between the two of them. Too much food (too much anything, actually) ruins everything, don’t you think? Like you, I tried to keep up some degree of discipline over the holidays but it evaporated like drops of water on a hot griddle, with just a bit of a dance for show at the beginning, and then nothing.

The good news is that I’ve stopped the spread. I’m holding my own at hole three of my belt. I was at hole four before the eating season began. I’m hopeful that the worst is now over. Also, by Mid January, it usually means a return to the in-door trainer, which has collected dust for about eleven months. This time last year I cycled happily in the basement to the Olympics and the Australian Open on TV. It won’t be as compelling this year. Still, I have to start – and soon.

One muses on such things on days like these when the weather is bleak, with no sun for days; glum inducing, for those with such predilections. Fortunately, high spirits can carry the day(s). One asks where is the sun? Mallorca, Cuba, Alicante, Tenerife. Pick anyone of them. They are all several airports and security lineups away. Yes, travelling tests one’s patience and takes its toll but the prospects of dry roads and warm air in far-flung places is very tempting. I keep my visa card ready by the computer on such days just in case Air Canada or Westjet pop up in my inbox offering last-minute deals.

What about you? How’s it going, eh. Stay fit, firm, fine – always.

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