Let Battle Commence

D-day has finally arrived. The wobbling has got to stop and the jelly belly has got to go.
Another visit to the this-is-what-diabetes-will-do-to-you nurse has drilled its doom-laden message through all the excuses and denial, and it’s time to face up to the fact that carrying an extra 12 stone person around all day is bad news.
Losing a serious amount of fat is the only way to reverse the mounting catalogue of ill health and declining mobility.
So here it goes, the drastically limited calorie diet - as seen on various TV programmes. 
The next eight weeks could, and should, herald a fresh start.
Only problems might be a total lack of willpower and an appetite the size of a 23 stone greedy bloke!



Location: Cumbria, UK

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