I've been surrounded by people, as I'm sure you have, whose New Year's resolutions are to get fit and lose weight. It's an irony when billions starve that most of our population are stressed about eating too much.
Two years ago at this time I was recovering from surgery for secondary liver cancer that had spread from my colon. The prognosis for survival wasn't great. My doctors told me my self-created sedentary, stressful lifestyle combined with a heavy Western meat-and-dairy diet was the biggest cause. No surprise there.
After it was too late, like anyone else facing a similar crisis, I vowed to live a healthy life from that day. My surgeon had heard it all before and gently pointed out the horse had already bolted, but he supposed my new lifestyle might help with future cancers. With a deadpan face, he mused it wouldn't do any harm.
I bought all the books and appropriate kitchen equipment and even booked a three-year gym membership just to prove my confidence in my new me. I started off with a hiss and a roar.
Of course, as every dieter knows, willpower isn't enough to beat the subconscious mind. The physical addiction to sugar and fats always seemed to win the battle. It didn't help that every corner dairy and petrol station had a row of confectionery serenading me at their counters. It was rare that I could resist just one little morsel.