"Fat to Fittie"

Yes, you’ve heard it before and I’ve definitely said it before, but this time, I really mean it. “Yeah, I’ll start behaving tomorrow”, don’t know about you, but this is something I’ve proclaimed many times, at least five in the last seven days and at some point, if we really want to change our lives and perhaps prolong it, at least for a few more years, eventually, we really do have to step up and finally give up all the shit that’s slowly killing us. I’m hopefully going to get my first operation at the end of the year and being a big fat git, isn’t going to improve my chances of recovery, or even survival, so it’s vital that I finally give myself the massive kick up the arse I so desperately need.

I hate the word “diet”, something that someone should never actually admit to being on, a healthy well balanced lifestyle is what we should all be aiming for, the only problem with that idea is it’s bollocks, certainly for most of us living in the real, stressful world. If it’s not cake or chocolate that keeps us fuelled, it’s alcohol. I like to use the excuse that having a drink around 4pm, helps reduce my pain level, which in all honesty, it does, but then again so does 5mg of morphine. I seriously need to lose about 3 stone of fat before I have my operation, the easy option seems to be amputation, but there’s no way I’m sacrificing my penis.

If you’re someone who needs to lose weight for whatever reason, then please, follow what I have to say, if there’s anyone experienced in knowing what to do, it’s me, I’d like to think I’ve finally reached the point where I need to implement it and stop frigging around. It’s never easy giving up the things we love, but if it means that you may live a bit longer to see your grandchildren grow up, then as Roger Day said “It’s a no brainer”. (Google him, you know you want to). Let’s do this.