He sees you when you’re running,
He knows when you lift weights,
He knows if your snacks are bad or good,
So, well, do whatever you want for goodness sake.

I always put on weight during the last two weeks of each year. It’s an annual tradition. I don’t have any statistics to back this claim up, but then why would I? You know it’s true.

Christmas is kryptonite to my super intentions. There’s ham, turkey, Christmas cake, boxes of chocolates, cookies, pudding, sweets, mince pies, beer, mulled wine, not-mulled wine. And that’s all just one day.

We are now in a season where it’s downright unacceptable to refuse an Afternoon Tea biscuit (though I still haven’t forgiven them for not including the jelly star chocolate biscuits in the box anymore).

Personally, the season has often been like one big eating contest. And I love it.

But this year has been different. While I have lost only a miserable-sounding average of one pound a week since I started this health and fitness drive, it has added up (or down) over the months.

Could and would I undo all my progress in just a fortnight of snacking and nibbling, grazing and munching, feasting and gorging (and repeat)?

Over the past week I’ve read several articles about how much the average person eats at Christmas time. The only constant? It’s a lot – about 6,000 calories on one day in particular. I’ve been informed this is the equivalent of 24 baked potatoes – though I’m pretty sure that’s not the way people generally consume so many calories at Christmas.

And I read about the recommended alternatives to turkey and ham for Christmas dinner – one recommending a vegetarian sweet potato-peanut bisque!

And I read about the need to avoid alcoholic beverages over the few weeks each year when it appears so many are enjoying a tipple – and, instead, stick to drinks such as low-sodium tomato juice.

And I decided to take decisive action. I have stopped reading such articles.

It’s Christmas – and the endless advice from some experts to constantly, unwaveringly stick to a healthy regime does not sit well with my plans for the period. So I’ve taken the, admittedly unusual, step to write an entire column solely intended to relieve myself of guilt and hand over an excuse to overindulge.

Unless you have serious dietary issues, surely a few days of overindulgence won’t matter?

I began this endeavour last March with the intention of making small changes, and with the intention to avoid any radical surgery on my normal routines.

Any alterations to a Christmas of overindulgence is, in this world at least, a grinch step too far. It’s all much ado about stuffing.

So long as overeating during the next few weeks will not sabotage my now regularised fitness and health programme, where’s the harm?

I’ve decided not to worry about what I eat and drink between Christmas Eve and New Year’s Day.Instead, I’m going to take more care about what I eat and drink between New Year’s Day and Christmas Eve.

Step by step
- Intellectual approach to losing weight
- Most apps on straps are rubbish
- My daughter is trying to kill me
- It's not you, it's me. Hold on, it's you
- You don't have to turn into an ass
- I met my next child's godfather at a race
- It's tough when momentum runs out
- No sweetness, and lite everything
- Stopping the treadmill with your tummy
- When it's my turn to make dinner . . .
- The kitchen table looks out for us
- Skinny friend eats like an elephant
- Tomorrow we diet
- How to get back into exercise
- At what age do you fall apart?
- I'd jog for wine
- I'm a binge drinker
- What if losing weight makes you sad?
- 12 months later, time for health tips
- The ultimate global deception