Exorcising the Ghost of Exercise

Exercise proved to be a bit of a double-edged sword for man mountain, and played a big part in an ill-disciplined climb up through the weight divisions.

Far from always keeping both eyes on the ball, be it rugby, football, cricket or squash, this ‘sportsman’ always had at least half an eye on the post-match entertainment. That would be beer, more beer followed by more beer, fast food and behaving like an idiot. All seems a bit silly looking back at it. 

Anyway, it was a great way to build an insatiable appetite and key to some mightily unimpressive bodybuilding.
Now, though, exercise looks like the only answer to a rapid slow down in weight falling off the gigantasaurus. Healthy eating (rabbit food), dog walking and a weekly parkrun (more about fantastic support and encouragement than running) have been working wonders, but this week’s weight-loss was only two pounds. Time to make a big splash at the swimming pool, perhaps. Clearly, more exercise is needed to keep the lard loss on track. 

By the way, every cloud has a silver lining, or so they say, and the War on Waist is no exception. An unexpected bonus has been a big fat saving at the supermarket. There was never enough butter, cheese, bread or milk in the house - not to mention other snacks. Now we can’t get rid of the stuff. Every pre-shopping check reveals a house of plenty. Guess who was eating all the pies?