It's my life: Tric Kearney

If December was party central, January is definitely hangover hell. While I’m not sitting rocking in a chair crying, I do miss the Christmas happiness and I’m also missing something else, something I’d taken for granted.

It disappeared without my even noticing sometime between Christmas and New Year... my waistline.

I first missed it the other day as I walked into my bedroom and caught sight of a definitely rounder me, in the mirror.