It’s a triumph of hope over experience that every new year, we clear out the fridge, buy new running shoes and promise ourselves that this will be the time we finally take back control of our expanding waistlines. But the resolve only ever seems to last as long as those last few Quality Street rattling around in the tin… or is that just a UK thing? Eventually, you cave in and eat those ones that no one seems to like – and that’s it for another year.