It's six weeks in to 2008, and this year I am determined to get back in to the same shape I was five years ago, before I settled down in to a happy relationship.
Once contentment set in, the amount of lardy food I was eating became inversely proportional to the amount of exercise I was doing, and after a few false starts in the years in between, these attempts seem to be working. So far.
I crossed my first hurdle on Saturday afternoon, when I went to get my hair cut.
I usually look at anything but the mirror when my barnet is being snipped, as the close proximity to my reflection enables me to play a quick game of count the chins.
This time around, it didn't look toooooo bad.
I'm tempted to do one of those projects where I take a photo of myself every day in the same pose over the course of six months/a year and post it on the internet for the whole world to point and laugh at my attempts.
A bit like this
Then again, I don't think the YouTube community is ready for my love handles.
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