Hand to Mouth Combat Intensifies

Advances in the War on Waist have been reduced to an inch-by-inch battle involving high-intensity hand to mouth combat. Keeping hunger at bay is no game, it's a nasty but necessary business.
Inches are falling from Man Mountain indicating continued progress on the low-calorie crusade.
Trousers no longer cling to the Lard Lugger's calves. Belts, well there's only one that fits and it has transformed from a tight-fit to being more than a foot too long. And cuddles from the kids, not to mention the Commander in Chief, have become cosy encounters rather than arm-stretching grapple clinches.
All in all, it's a shoulder shrinking, chin chiselling (I wish), rear reducing, thigh thinning, calf condensing, success. So far!
But what about that big, wobbly, overhanging, jelly belly that's causing the most serious problems, or some of them anyway.
The Incredible Bulk might be much more mobile, much more awake, much more enthusiastic about life, but, a settled sensible diet (and that's not just rabbit food), following the initial starvation tactics, has reduced the weight loss to a slow trickle down the mountain, and the belly is hanging on in there.
Fair enough, the spare tractor tyre is smaller but it also appears to be the final front tier. True to form the last stand in the War on Waist is the most resistant.
Tubby Towers is a happier place thanks to inches being cast off here and there but battle plans are being drawn up to bust that gut.
Meanwhile, the Fat Chancer is inching across the fat line flatline plateau in eager anticipation of a sudden drop!