One of the biggest problems of this time of year has to be the relentless social whirl and the disintegration of a fitness regime. Take yours truly. I have been a slavish follower of a 3-times a week gym routine all year. And yet at the first hint of a glass of mulled wine and mince pie, I have become a lazy good-for-nothing sloth.

This week, for instance, I haven’t been seen anywhere near the gym. In mitigation I have driven past it a couple of times. But I am far too busy eating too much and drinking more beer than you can shake a stick or indeed beer belly at, to think about going for a run. Which is unfortunate, because if I keep on like this, I am going to look like Big Daddy.

Yesterday I attended a Christmas lunch that started at 1pm and ended when I stumbled through the door at 10.30pm. Now I did try to keep everything to moderation. I nibbled at the traditional turkey feast and shunned the coffee crème brulee. But as a result, I was starving by 7 o’clock and almost knocked people over in the rush to get to the pizza, yes that’s right I did say pizza, when it was served. I never normally eat pizza. Yesterday I had three slices and it was a struggle not to go back for fourths.

I have also drunk two gingerbread lattes today. I mean I ask you. What is that all about? I don’t really like ginger. But bung it together with a bit of bread and I am right there. So I fear there could be a fitness and indeed fashion emergency come the middle of next week. So I am going to try and heave my lardy arse into the gym tomorrow in an apologetic fashion.

But I am not optimistic. In fact I am fast beginning to look like one of Santa’s little fat helpers. And that’s not good. So in a desperate attempt to halt the slide, I shall be tackling the Rosemary Conley Real Results DVD later this week. Now I bet she's never eaten three sllices of pizza in one sitting. And when I say tackling her DVD. I may just loll on the sofa with a bag of nuts and watch it...... Only kidding. I shall give it my all chaps and report back later this week.... that’s if my leggings still actually fit.

But one of the things that pricked my conscience yesterday about the excesses of Christmas, was a general knowledge quiz, which featured a 70's music round. Obviously that is far too early for me to remember (!), but I did know the answer to the question - who recorded Kung Fu Fighting (Carl Douglas). And it made me seek out a copy of said track today and listen to it all over again with a grim determinatin to pop it on the ipod and listen to it next in the gym. Which I plan to do tomorrow. And run a little further to make up for that pizza.....and the chocolate and crisps I ate at the weekend....... But I would love to hear your musical guilty pleasures when it comes to working out. I need some inspiration!

Tags: Big Daddy, Carl Douglas, Kung Fu Fighting, Rosemary Conley

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