Driving through Cardiff today could best be described as a rather slow and painful bowel movement.
At one of those annoying little snag-points ... old people just can't find the accelerator when the light turns green ... I got to thinking ... what do I hate most?
Is it all those face-painting babe's that always ... ALWAYS ... do their make-up at traffic lights? NO!
Is it old age pensioners that drive as though every day was a Sunday and the church doesn't open for another hour or two? NO!
Is it the fact that my company expects me to be in two places at once that are 20 miles apart? NO!
Is it ... oh, bollocks to the list ... what I hate most ... don't laugh ... is my stomach!
Yes, it's grown to proportions that have put Green Peace on alert (in case I need to be dragged back into the see) and has almost taken on a personality of it's own. I saw it wobble ... several times!
Normally my appearance is of little importance to me as I've always just assumed that I look good and that was always enough for me.
Last week however, I viewed a photograph of myself at a local fair and ... the very thought of that photograph makes me cringe ... it looked like I was at least 7 months pregnant.
I thought I told you folks not to laugh!!!
My exercise days are long behind me and the time when I could run 15 miles with full kit and a rifle are in my very distant past.
As there is no way that I'm going to start pounding the streets or hop on a treadmill again, I find myself left with only one option ... a diet.
I think 5 to 8 kilos would be nice ...
... 2 to 3 more realistic.
Let me just finish this bar ... very large bar ... of chocolate and then I'll start ... just after a slice or two of chocolate cake.
don't forget that burger you also ate at that fair lol
ReplyDeleteTook me six months to lose 30 kilos so five to eight kilos should be a piece cake, that was chocolate wasn't it :-).
ReplyDeleteI understand, my friend!
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