Dry January: done and dusted!
It’s January 31st, which means this evening marks the end of Dry January. I’d love to be able to claim I’ve achieved something significant here, but I really can’t. Most days, I haven’t even thought of beer or the absence thereof. I’ve had quite a lot to do this month and being without beer hasn’t…
Dry January: one week in
It’s been a week of no beers (or anything else booze-related) and, as predicted, it’s been a breeze. To be fair, I’d be worried if I couldn’t go seven days with consuming alcohol. But even a week has demonstrated some benefits: I’m sleeping better and feeling ever so slightly less… ‘prosperous’ around my waist. The…
Moving, with baby steps
Formerly an avid runner, last year’s injuries to my achilles tendons prevented me from running from mid-summer onwards. Despite a lot of physiotherapy, I’m sorry to say I let all physical exercise, bar walking, slide by the wayside. Cue weight gain, sadness and lots of regret about the state of my reflection. So I’m using…