This December was a veritable rollercoaster of excess for yours truly. Each night of food, booze and celebrations was like chugging to an apex and then careering down again, all flappy hands and silly faces, only to hit the bottom feeling slightly nauseous before being swept up all over again. There was even the odd loop-de-loop where the partying would carry right on through to the next morning. It reached its zenith on Christmas when, in what I am sure was a last ditch attempt to stop me marrying their daughter, my in-laws tried to kill me with various roast foodstuffs. Death by exploding may not be the most conventional method of bumping someone off but I am pretty sure its incidence increases dramatically over the holiday season. With the help of a bottle of bourbon and lots of champagne I just about made it through a New Year?s Eve involving a spread of copious different fondues and desserts. It was all a bit like the Roman parties in the Asterix comics with everyone lolling about too stuffed to move and shoveling cheese and cake into their gobs. On the evening of the 1st my vision cleared enough for me to properly look at my reflection for the first time since November. I found myself staring at a bloated, red-faced buffoon with a crooked grin and rings around his eyes and I decided something must be done. So I have resolved not to drink and to only eat fruit and veg for the whole of Jan. So far it is going pretty well and I feel great. I had a treat today though ? a cup of black coffee! It wasn?t all I imagined it to be. Anyone else in a similar boat and if so how are you getting on?