So we're nearly at the beginning of a new year. I can't say I'm not excited. 2012 for me has represented what felt like endless hospital visits or waits for appointments so I am more than ready for the new year.
My stomach is too I think. I've just troughed my way through a bunch of party food this evening courtesy of my mother. I do love Christmas but I am definitely at the point where normal food is starting to sound like a good idea. The one calorie saving grace of the Christmas period for me is alcohol. I don't really have a social group of friends down in the south. I lived up north for most of my life, went to uni up there too and during my second year my family moved to the south where my mum was born and grew up. So once uni finished, I found myself down here whilst most of my childhood friends are in my hometown, and all my uni friends are scattered all over (closest one being a couple of hours journeying away).
What that means is my wild uni nights of having 2-3 evenings out a week have dramatically died down now. I go out on occasion but it is very rarely these days. I honestly don't remember the last night out I had. Which on one hand I miss but on the other I think is a good thing. So many calories in alcohol. It also means that, come Christmas, I do have a tipple (I'm currently sipping on a port and lemon) but it's not the booze fest that it is for some people. Therefore I don't have extra calorie worries..not that I think I would worry to be honest. Like I said with the food, it's the one week you get to be self indulgent and not worry about it. Circumstance is the only reason for the lack of alcohol. As it is, I'm having to work out a new way of drinking due to my stomach problems. I can't drink very fizzy things anymore (again probably a good thing because occasionally I would crave fizzy drinks and we all know they're full of sugar). Fizzy stuff just insta-bloats me so I just stay away for the most part now. The lemonade in my port and lemon has had all the fizz whisked out of it.
My drink of choice used to be a cider but unless it's a flat cider, I can't drink it anymore. The thought of a Strongbow makes my stomach hurt just out of sympathy...not that I would chose Strongbow these days anyway..never been a massive fan. That was for teenage me who had a tenner a week to live on. I think wine would be something I would probably go for now. Or maybe even just spirits. If I can figure out a spirit I don't mind just sipping I can live with that. I'm not a one for spirits usually but there must be something I can sup on that I won't mind.
Tonight will be a quiet affair. I may stay up to see the new year in at least this year. I'm working like last year, but last year I was up at seven so I had to go to bed early or risk being grumpy. Tomorrow I'm up at eight so I can at least wave at midnight. I've never been a one for new years really. I always ended up at a friends with a couple of bottles of wine. The one big one I have had was our last year of uni which we spent back at the house and had an absolute blast with because it was our last one together. I can't be doing with going to town and spending three times the amount of money on a night out which will be overcrowded by the bank holiday knacker heads spoiling for a fight. That plus paying in to bars which you usually get into for free, or over paying for taxis. Just not worth it. Give me a house party or a pub any day.
For this evening though, I will sup my port and lemon and wait for midnight to roll round on what will hopefully be a better year than this one.
Happy new year! And good boo.
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