It’s the 1st of January. Many of us will have spent most of December in an extravagant and gluttonous fashion. It’s all good, because your New Year’s resolution is to get back into the gym, start a new diet, get in shape. Right?
I’m a nobody.
If you, by some miraculous misfortune, found your way to this blog, I expect you’ll be thoroughly disappointed in the fact that I am no celebrity. I have no claim to fame. I’m no self-made billionaire, no Ghandi, no property mogul, no prophet. Considering my abs have the definition of a sandbag, it’s unlikely that I’m a world-renowned fitness expert and, despite what I would have my better half believe, I am certainly no Casanova.