I don’t want to give up my glass of wine or my bags of Bombay mix

THERE are three words you will never hear come out of my mouth and they are – ‘I’ve had enough.’

Whether it be food, drink, sleep, sunbathing or shopping, moderation simply doesn’t exist in my vocabulary. I just keep going and going until I either collapse in a heap or someone more sensible drags me home or tells me to step away from the cheese board.

In theory, I would love to have a more moderate personality. To be the kind of person that can have one glass of wine with dinner and a cup of tea afterwards.

You know the sort of person who takes one biscuit off the plate and that is sufficient for them. Or they purchase one small treat for themselves when they get paid but still manage to make their wages last the entire month.

I never seem to have enough whether it be wine, cheese, dresses or fun, I don’t know whether

MODERATION DOESN’T EXIST IN MY VOCABULARY AND DISCIPLINE IS SOMETHING I’VE NEVER BEEN ANY GOOD AT

that just means I’m plain greedy or that I have a problem with setting myself boundaries. Maybe both.

You see discipline is something I’ve never been particularly good at or fond of. If you tell me not to do something, I automatically want to do it.

Whilst in company recently, an acquaintance of mine refused a third drink. ‘No, do you know what? I won’t. I’ve had enough,’ she said.

I gazed admiringly at her but still accepted the drink that was offered to me.

A few days later I was talking to a girl whose figure I would do jail for. She told me she did a bit of running and an exercise class once a week.

‘But it’s 80% diet and 20% exercise really. Just everything in moderation.’

I told her I had done an exercise class the night before and come home to eat a bag of Bombay mix and half a bottle of wine. She looked thoughtfully at me and said, ‘I think you need to give that up!’

But the truth is I don’t really want to give up my nightly glass of wine or my bags of Bombay mix.

Nor do I want to stop buying dresses I can’t afford or make up that promises to make me look ten years younger, which doesn’t work by the way.

Because if I did, I wouldn’t me anymore and like it or not that is who I am – an excessive, impulsive, unfit and slightly neurotic middle aged woman who is partial to a nice glass of rose and all the cheese.

So I guess you will never hear the words ‘I’ve had enough’ come out of my mouth.

Unless you’re asking me to do burpees!