I think the body has a certain number of fat cells, and when you put on weight the cells fill up with fat until they can’t fit any more, then they make new fat cells.
I feel like all my fat cells are fit to bursting.
I hate the endless availability of indulgent food in the run up to Christmas and I hate my inability to resist it. I dread to think what damage I’ve done.
The last time I lost a chunk of weight was starting on Boxing Day two years ago when I also felt like this. I was heavier then, I haven’t bounced all the way back, but it was starting to creep that way. So I’m cracking on again tomorrow.