No man's land

 

It's that weird week between Christmas and New year. For many a year I worked this week, often on Boxing Day itself. And sometimes I have the week off like this year. Doesn't matter what I do it feels very strange. All the hype of Christmas is done, and yet it's not quite over. The decorations are still up (and I have been known to take them down before now - always before twelfth night). I always feel like I'm in limbo, the week has no definition and it's only after Hogmanay that things become normal. I find it all quite unnerving but I guess that's just me.

This time next week I'll know if I'm on a diet. I do have options -

- loose the 8lbs or so I've put on recently.

- loose a stone or so for clothes to feel better.

- loose a couple of stone to fit into that summer dress again.

- loose about 4 stone and hopefully stop snoring and be healthier.

 - loose the whole shebang, about 7 stones and be at my dream weight.

- don't diet and hope the extra weight melts away by osmosis, or doesn't and I stay how I am.

I think you'll all have your opinions. My mum will want me to loose weight and my daughter doesn't believe in diets and thinks I shouldn't bother. My head and my heart are battling big time. And I don't have the answer.

It's the small things that make life just a little bit better. The obvious ones of loving or being loved, a nice glass of wine after a long day or maybe watching your favourite TV box set? I discovered one this week that makes me so happy - going to bed knowing an alarm won't be waking me up! That I have the potential just to sleep until I wake up naturally. Sheer bliss. How about you think about your own little things that make you smile. Lots of small happys add up and makes your world a better place for you. 

I wish you a lovely Hogmanay and I'll be here in 2023!

It's never too late, never too late to be happy.