Back to blogs of nonsense! Christmas is almost here and that means I am going to snack and snack. I could eat my body weight of Twiglets, Pringles, and Pickled onions. As I’m writing there’s a twinge in my stomach with pre-regrets from eating too much. Or, maybe that’s because I’ve been munching on dry roasted peanuts, Twiglets, and pistachio nuts already today. I’d have eaten pickled onions, but I’ve munched through three jars in the past week!

Another long gap of days between starting and finishing a blog. It’s much better than months and years.

Let me turn the clock back a couple of days: The expected after effects happened the next day, but no harm done. I must eat more fibre! Pickled onions are self regulating. They let you know pretty quickly when you’re pushing the pickle boundary. But then I’ll push the envelope and not touch them for hours.

Another thing have too much of is coffee this Christmas. My life is going through a big change and I feel absolutely fine about it. More importantly, I don’t think I’m deluding myself that everything is fine – it’s difficult to tell when you’re fooling yourself. What I do feel is that I’m sorting everything out and knocking all the barriers to success out of the way. In short, all of my excuses are gone, or will be. I’ll have had a bit of fun, learned a few things, and know in my heart of hearts that I will always be the kid at the buffet scoffing all of the Twiglets! The more I think about it, the more I think I can do the important things in life and still be the Twiglet munching child (on the inside anyway).

I’m getting close to work out, or at least admit to myself what all the important things are, and I’m aware that I might be going round and round in circles with these thoughts. But one thing I’ve noticed is that once a few things have been knocked out of the way, there’s another circle I go round in, until either I’ve knocked more obstacles out of the way, or I’ve gained enough momentum to reach another level.

Working on things really does work. Little things help, if you can justify the spend. My new bluetooth headphones aren’t amazing, but they’re more than good enough to let me watch Netfix during my indoor bike sessions. A cheap heart rate monitor strapped to my handle bars is more than I need to measure my effort. It’s not perfect, but it’s much better than nothing. There’s an urge in me to buy a new Garmin all singing all dancing watch. I can feel it now in my gut. There’s a battle going on in side me. Perhaps if I have some healthy savoury snacks the feeling will pass!