This article first appeared in the Herald Sun
Every year around now, my NYE resolution to lose weight and get fitter falls apart. It’s the number one resolution around the world, so I’m guessing I’m not alone.
Growing up and out, I was a chubby child, a roly-poly teenager, meaty in my twenties, flabby through my thirties, and now I’m just a plain ol’ jelly-belly. All punctuated by slimmer periods and encouragement like, ‘You look so healthy. You’re down to two chins!’