It's That Time Again...

... when my liver breathes a sigh of relief, as I embark on the annual detox/healthy eating/exercising frenzy that allows me to slide into a bikini come July with minimal paranoia.

Yes, I am off the booze. And the chocolate. And the Ben and Jerry's. It's a lean and saddened time in Mookmoo's fridge, where His cheese and whole milk hide quivering in the farthest corner, terrified of the new inhabitants fresh from the fruit and veg section of the supermarket, foods which they have never seen before, who strut around flexing their big green muscles and boasting about their iron levels...

And don't even get me started on the pitiful screaming from my stomach muscles which is keeping me awake at night.