
2009 – Go to the gym. Failed. Exercise is tough and should
be reserved for experts who don’t injure themselves pulling their trainers on.
2012 – Write a book in a year. Failed. I spent the year
writing stuff then deleting it. In fact I deleted stuff I had written in other
years too. I ended the year on a negative word count.
2013 – Attempt some kind of diet, like the 5:2 whatever.
Failed. I find it hard to remember I’m on a diet. Halfway through a pizza I get
a niggling feeling that something’s wrong, but by the time I recollect the
whole diet thing I’ve finished it off, had a few beers and got stuck into some
Ben and Jerry’s.
However, during 2014, my eating more desserts plan is
certain to be a glorious success. I might start small with some tinned peaches
and custard. By March I hope to be enjoying regular chocolate tarts and
trifles. As autumn kicks in I will be ending my evening meal by demolishing
towers of profiteroles or eating tiramisu with my hands.
At last a New Year’s resolution I can keep and one that can
only end in happiness. Who’s with me?
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