Don't be fooled by the title, this isn't a sexed up post, I am still operating in 'good girl mode' in the hope that Santa will do a U-turn on his route back to the North Pole to drop off the sporty soft top I was hoping to receive. Yes, alas - I did not get a car in my stocking this Christmas - well, unless it's hiding behind the satsuma and the chocolate orange. Unlikely...

Anyway, I digress, so let's get back to the subject of today's post  and obviously after a festive few days it's got to be about food and how much you had.

Now, no doubt everyone indulged on Christmas day be it a festive breakfast, a long lingering lunch or a deliciously decadent dinner, so I want you to pitch your average state of hunger throughout day on the following scale.  Were you, like me hovering around 7 after breakfast and then continued to plough though and hit a good 10 after the second helping of Christmas pud, oh and a final 'wafer thin mint'  Or were you good and stayed round the 5/6 mark?

So, here is the Hunger Scale...

10. Fully pigged and totally full (and a little quite nauseous if you are honest).

9. Very uncomfortably full - and have gone for the top button open, jumper pull down strategy.

8. Uncomfortably full and bloated.

7. Full - and just a mite uncomfortable.

6. Perfectly comfy - you feel satisfied.

5. Comfortable, more or less satisfied but you could probably eat a little more.

4. Slightly uncomfortable, noticing the first signs of hunger.

3. Uncomfortably hungry - stomach is a riot of rumbling (very embarrassing in meetings I find).

2. Very uncomfortable, irritable (well down-right grumpy in my case) and unable to concentrate.

1. Weak and light headed.

So how did you fair? But, regardless of your festive splurge, the good news is you can take this little scale into 2010; apparently you should only eat when you class yourself between one and four, but preferably for yourself and those around you, before you get to two. Pause when you get to five or six and wait 20 minutes and check how you are feeling then.

Before I go, I must apologise for not providing a photo of my festive red tights. I did make the effort to take a picture using my BlackBerry - however when I looked at the shot I could only see something that might be the offspring of a Christmas elf and an Oompa-Loompa.

Therefore, I sure my colleagues are relieved to know that the red tights have been shoved to the firmly to the back of my knicker drawer.