There has been much in the media over the last few weeks about starting to carry some of our holiday lives over in to our real ones.  Hands up how many of us completely wear ourselves out doing too much before a holiday and use it to recover then feel worn out within a week of normal life resuming?

With media comments in mind, I rashly set myself a resolution and bet my teenage chillpills a fiver each that I would have a six pack by Christmas. They eagerly accepted the bet, reconsidered and tried to get me to increase it. So far it’s going ok (on the inside at least, it’s the outer layers that are goingvto be tricky) no need to panic yet.   Friends have offered to draw one on or strap 6 cans of lager to me, it’s always good to have a plan B and C.  In the meantime plan A comprises Bodypump weekly, gardening and eating less (taking guidance from French Women Don’t Get Fat) … and the odd quality multivitamin  (more on those another day). Ps I was tempted to put a picture of six cans of lager but decided on this.