Finally I’m getting my resolutions going.
I’ve bloated out in the two months I’ve not been working out at martial arts. I’ve only gone from ten stone six to eleven stone one, but I think I must have lost a lot of very heavy muscle and replaced it with acres of relatively light fat. I’m hanging over my trousers in a way that bears no resemblance to such a small increase in weight.
It’s a distressing thought that I am going to have to spend the rest of my life sweating the flab off.
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