In case you don’t know me, I am a fat baaaaaastard. No really, I’m twice what the “ideal” weight would be for someone of my height, and on the BMI scale I’m beyond morbidly obese, which I suppose makes me dead.
I’ve always been on the large side, but it really got out of hand while at Uni. I was living on a diet of junk food – pizza every other day, McDonalds, kebabs and other generally bad food at other times, all washed down with about 2 litres of coca-cola every day. Couple that with hardly ever leaving my room except to waddle down to lectures, and you have a recipe for waistline expansion.
I think things actually got worse when I finished uni and started working. Now I had a car to get around in – no more walking for me! I’d drive from the front door of my house to the car park of the office, once there I’d sit at my desk and do computery things. At lunchtime I’d get a drive through, and go sit in the car somewhere to eat it, or maybe take a short walk (at waddling speed) to get something high in fat or sugar (or both).
Finally around the middle of last year I decided that I had to do something. Continue reading Back on the wagon