I’m in a bit of shock.
Truly, I’m slightly stunned.
If anyone here (by here I mean the internet, so really I mean there…and in a way you’re all there, aren’t you?) had seen that godawful trinny and suzannah programme, where two ugly upper middleclass morons go around telling people with no money how to live their lives and dress, but without the budget that their silverspooned cakeholes have been provided with since conception
Hang on, I’m ranting.
Anyway, point is, on this programme the make the poor cunt of the week stand in a mirrored booth so they can see themselves from all angles.
The new lift at work does the same thing, except it goes up and down to.
For a laugh I thought I’d see how much belly there is if I really just let it hang.
There is a lot. Think pregnant baboon.
Normally throughout the year I’ll have one or two, possibly seven health/fitness crisis’. But this year, I seem to have had none, so I’ve not been swimming, or done a single sit up, or eaten much fruit.
And now, all of my mini crisises (what is the fucking plural?) Have culminated into a foetal baby baboon in my belly womb.
Edinburgh is looming and I need to get fit. So from here on in begins the Saunders “Become as fit as Duncan Goodhew ever was…and with more hair” Campaign.
From now on, this Not Blog will at the bottom of each page give details on the exercise I’ve done. I’m going to have monthly weigh ins, and possibly even a new section on the website.
This lunchtime I will take my finest 20p and weigh myself on one of those machines at Boots. Yes kids, I’m serious.
If any of you want to do the same then email me at terry@terrysaunders.co.uk we can put all our stats on here and lose weight and get fit with pecs and everything. We can do this, people. Let’s do it.