Well I've promised myself I'll exercise at least three times a week in 2007.

That layer of Turkey fat that now sits around my midriff will be gone in no time. To be followed by the pouch of nuts, the layer of fudge, the coating of chocolate, the shell of candy, the foundation of hops and barley, and the stodge of everything else.

What a porker I must be to have gobbled down all those goodies over Christmas.

Anyway I’ve got to stop now to leave time for the exercise bike, the weights, the sit-ups, the press-ups, not to mention the recovery.

I'm just so worried I won't fit in the exercise, although I know I shouldn't worry about it as worrying is bad for you, and can lead to weight loss...! Mmmm I wonder what the ration of worry is to weight loss? I feel a new weight loss craze in the making, I could be a millionaire, famous, no money worries, constant tan, meet famous polititians… oh well there’s always a down side!

Oh dear, I’ve spent too much time on this now, so no time for the bike, but hang on that belt seems loose, could my new theory be working already..?

Happy New Year!