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Does everyone reach a point in January where they realise they have gone a bit off the rails (in terms of diet) and wish they didn't find themselves sitting there poking themselves in there many fat parts and wishing there were less of them. I am going to assume I am not alone in this or there wouldn't be such a rush to join gyms and get the latest diet or detox. For me this is a well travelled road and I seem to waver endlessly between being very strict with my diet and eating disgusting amounts of junk food. There is no inbetween for me.  It hasn't helped that I am in the middle of my month of night shifts, a time when I am particularly susceptible to making poor food choices. Well the other night I decided enough is enough, then I proceeded to make a pig of myself for another two days while I ridded the apartment of all the junk I had bought because that's how these things work. I also dragged myself for a beach walk in Tramore the other morning to try and start

I will be the first to tell you that I don't really do New Years Eve. I don't wish to mark it or celebrate it in any fashion and if it was left entirely up to me then I would probably sit in watching non festive tv shows and be in bed asleep before the countdown. It's one of those nights that has almost always been a bit of let down. Something that promises to be something more than it is. However my boyfriend lies on the opposite end of the scale and he dreads the thought of sitting in most on this particular night and so we find ourselves compromising. After last year where I worked until after 9 and came  home and got straight into bed, I felt this year I could make a bit more of an effort. I headed out at 8pm suitably dolled up and we caught an hour of a gig in Geoffs before going to dinner in our favourite restaurant, Funnily enough our first time in MOMO was exactly two years ago on New Years Eve so it felt only fitting that we return on this night. On our first v