It is a sad thing that we always try to fool ourselves. Long ago, I accepted that I was hopelessly self-indulgent and because I loved eating and drinking, there would be some corporeal consequences.
Daily exercise was my penance and thus I felt that I prevented indulgences from becoming overwhelming. I knew my form as overweight; what a tailor called rather inelegantly, portly short. (My ego inserted ‘slightly’ to mollify my dignity).
I had long ago accepted that I was not as trim as I was when I played rugby (not quite 50 years ago), but that the next step, overweight, was acceptable. I mean Shakespeare’s Falstaff was a knight at arms, even though somewhat portly!
However, I was recently labelled as obese!!
I was also told the risks that my obesity fostered: diabetes, higher blood pressure, dementia, high cholesterol; but to be honest, I think it was my vanity that was most bruised. I can not allow myself to be obese!
It was my chiropractor who labelled me – a good man (he talks rugby between slaps and stretches).
I had gone to him for various aches and pains and the obvious conclusion we drew, was that they too may well diminish if my poor skeleton was not dragging around almost 20kg of unnecessary weight.
He suggested that losing weight was a mental challenge. Diets were about changing what was eaten; changing when I ate, may outfox my procrastinations and lapses when confronted by Black Forest Cake or Sherry Trifle.
So now I may eat them between 10h00 and 18h00, admittedly with some moderation …. but I am a reasonable man.
In this way, I protect my vanity by reducing my obesity and virtuously discipline my habits and lose wight which will make me healthy.
It’s what I call a win, win, win solution!
(I might live forever! That might be taking things a step too far. Nobody would tolerate me at 90!!)
I promise to keep you informed on progress … or otherwise! Scout’s Honour.
Starting weight, fully dressed was (?) 105kg.
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