I could be described as somewhat over my ideal weight. Or, if it’s someone like Tugger saying it, I’m a fat bastard.
No, it’s okay, I admit it: I could stand to lose a few pounds.
I have no idea how heavy I am but I do have a substantial belly of which I can only blame about 25% of on the curve in my spine. The last time I was weighed at Oswestry I was 11 stones and 3 pounds, although that was about four years ago, and I have gone up at least one trouser size since then.
Time to take some action!
There have been more than a few times that I’ve thought about it and even gone as far as telling people that I want to lose weight, but that’s about as far as it’s ever got. What’s different this time? Well, me and the carer are going to try to do it together, partly so we can support each other but also for the simple fact that if we’re both cutting down then there won’t be jealousy or temptation if one of us is eating bran flakes with bananas on whilst the other scoffs a bacon sandwich made with toasted bread and butter … *drool*
I’m hoping that if I write about here then it’ll motivate me to make an effort, although I am pretty good at resisting temptation most of the time, it’s laziness that is usually my downfall (a Twix is easier to eat than an apple!), so hopefully the carer can help there.
Of course there will be the odd occasion when I shall have to push the diet aside, when Tugger returns from his Peruvian adventure for example. Purely for his benefit of course …
My first healthy snack: an apple and an ounce of cheese … yum!