It’s been 8 or 9 days since I last worked out.
I’ve eaten copious amounts of chocolate, crisps, pistachios and other ‘naughties’.
All washed down with cans of coke, albeit diet.
Am I bovvered?
Do I have a plan to get back on track?
But it does not start yet.
You see when one of your children has the pox, you’ve worked hard all year and you never spent as much time with your loved ones as you do at this time of year then quite simply I lose myself in the moment.
Moments turn into hours, hours into days.
Coffee, jigsaws, cuddles, movies.
And no guilt for having gorged on Lindor chocolate truffles and diet coke.
I call it ‘The Christmas Reset’ – a time where you experience precious time, building memories and chilling TFO.
One moment I have been particularly proud of was introducing my eldest to the Indiana Jones series of movies.
I’d forgotten how good they were myself and it’s been a joy sharing their magic with the Little Fitters.
No life lessons, no ‘make sure your things are tidied away’.
Not for another week.
Man I really do feel like working out. Perhaps I will.
Or perhaps, when the Little Fitters announce their awareness to the world I’ll quickly devolve back into the Christmas Reset making tiny bowls of breakfast whilst small people cling to my legs.
The kettlebells can wait, at least for another day.