Okay, so that's a dreadful pun. Anyway, as my stomache expands ever further ahead of me, and at 45 I move like a 70 year old, I;m finally going to try to do something about it.
I've joined a weightloss clinic at my doctor's, starting on Monday. Three meetings a week, the first with a dietician/chef, the second for exercise, and the third as a support meeting.
I need something to kick start my weight loss, so hopefully tomorrow will be the start of the new me. Well, physically. I'll still have all the charm and humour intact. I might just do away with the jolly fatman!.
Enough for now.
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