Spin Doctor's Tough Medicine

Stepping up exercise seemed the perfect prescription to cure the Incredible Bulk’s lard jam. For weeks Man Mountain has been bouncing up and down - losing a pound here, gaining another one there, but not making any real progress.
Typically the Lard Lugger was so happy about breaking through the 20 stone barrier that the main purpose of the War on Waist slipped his mind.
Nothing turns the concentration dial back up to ten more quickly than an invitation to a spinning class which was delivered from the Commander in Chief at War on Waist HQ via a kind colleague.
Wobble Bottom realised trouble wasn’t far ahead when the group turned up for a taster spinning session at DW Sports in Carlisle. The rest of the static-peloton-to-be already looked lean and athletic in their flattering lycra outfits. There was only one baggy t-shirt and oversized tracksuit bottom combo.
Generous padding of the posterior proved insufficient protection when faced with the spinning bike’s seat - ouch! All the standing up turned out to be too much but surviving the session brought a smile of satisfaction, and must have burned a million calories at least.
Something was strange though. Thanks to some wonderful recipes and advice transmitted through social media the Big Lad’s diet was better than ever. He felt healthier and fitter, but the scales showed no real progress.
On the other hand, there is no arguing with the fact that inches are still falling off the tubster. Jeans that were too tight weeks ago are now a firm favourite after too long to mention in the wardrobe. Shirt collars that refused to be buttoned now overlap by inches when tightened around the neck of Gigantasaurus.
Time will tell if Captain Colossal can measure up to the latest test on the frontline of the War on Waist.
First attempt at dahl - inspired by a recipe from Alison - was fabulous. More please!

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  1. halo8 October 2018 at 22:09

    Currys are a winner for autumn and winter . Have you tried meatballs and courgetti?

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