I've just tried a pair of new trousers on.
I bought a 14, as I knew I'd gained weight recently, and yet they still felt a little tight, so I stepped on the scales and discovered that I now weigh 12 stone! 12 stone! How did that happen?
Boredom, lock-downs and share-packs of Haribo, that's how it's happened. I haven't even started wolfing the Christmas goodies and mincey pies yet, either. Another few heavy munch sessions and I'll be wobbling into 2021, sobbing softly on the bed wrapped in duvet because none of my clothes fit.
Despite Christmas, and despite COVID, I'm not going into the new year as a fat bastard and then struggling all spring to lose weight. And so, starting tomorrow, I'm daily exercising and dieting and foregoing the crisps and cakes and I WILL BE 10 STONE BY 1st JANUARY 2020.
I'll be updating my vital stats weekly.. Today, they are...
5"7", 168lbs (73kg), and 40-33-41. BMI 26.3.
If anyone wants to join me, feel free to jump on board.