I have made a dreadful mistake. I've been looking at old photos of when I was young and significantly thinner. Fuck that's harsh. IF I HAD A VOICE I'D SHOUT!

It's a real shitter that when you're in your teens and twenties you don't realise that that is as good as it gets and that you're only gonna bloat out and get wrinkly so make the bloody most of it. Instead one is wracked with insecurities and falabilities instead of strutting about like the god you are (although arguably I did a bit of strutting inbetween passing out) and making hay.
I commit to shifting some poundage in the new year mind, it's absurd - Helen and I have been together 3 years and I have increased my waist girth by three inches, my weight by three stone and my age by three years. Two of this axis of evil are avoidable and are part of a trend that must be crushed. If we're together for another ten years I'll be close to 28 stone and eight miles across. I'll need planning permission to go for a walk!
Here's to gorgeing over the next couple of weeks (in silence initially and latterly with sound) and then a lifestyle change leading to fabulouds weight loss!!