Written by: Mike Jones
Dieting at Christmas: Why Bother?
Dieting at Christmas is like brushing your teeth while eating an Oreo-completely pointless and a little ridiculous. At the time of writing, I've devoured four massive roast dinners (with three more incoming) and plenty of Chinese feasts, pushing me back to 101kg. But here's the kicker: I've still managed 72 days without a drink and plan to keep going after indulging on Christmas Day. For now, I'm embracing the festive chaos, because honestly, January can deal with the consequences.
Christmas is here, and with it comes a tidal wave of food that no diet could ever hope to withstand. At the time of writing, I’ve already conquered four massive roast dinners—and by “conquered,” I mean they’ve conquered me. There are three more in the calendar over the next two weeks, plus a few Chinese family celebrations to top it all off.
Honestly, my calendar looks less like a social planner and more like a food endurance challenge. And yes, I’ve officially tipped the scales back to 101kg. Thanks, festive season, you win again.
Trying to stick to a diet during Christmas is as pointless as brushing your teeth while eating an Oreo. You’re working hard to stay “good,” but every effort is instantly wiped out by another helping of roast potatoes, a slice of cake, or the relentless charm of Aunt Susan insisting you “just try a little bit more.”
The temptation is everywhere: the smell of gravy, the sparkle of desserts, and the crispy crackle of dumplings fresh out of the fryer. You’re either all in or just plain miserable. Guess which route I’ve taken?
There is one silver lining to this festive free-for-all: I’ve still not had a drink in 72 days. That’s right—no booze has passed these lips despite roast dinners begging for a pint and dumplings crying out for a splash of wine.
But I will say this: Christmas Day will be the exception. We’re spending the day with friends, and I fully intend to indulge in some celebratory drinks. After that, though, it’s straight back to no alcohol. My liver will thank me later.
So yes, I’ve gained weight. Yes, my trousers are tighter. But it’s Christmas, and honestly, I’m okay with it. This time of year isn’t just about food—it’s about family, friends, and the memories we create together.
Come January, I’ll get back on track. Until then, I’m embracing the festive chaos, one dumpling and roast potato at a time. If dieting is like brushing your teeth while eating an Oreo, then I say pass the Oreos.
Merry Christmas, everyone! 🎄