I'm toying with the idea of putting on a bit of timber, for the winter months at any rate. I've always been quite skinny, but as I age disgracefully, I find it increasingly difficult to keep a lid on fat. I'm still slim, but I have to watch what I eat and drink to a certain extent NOW. And that is exceedingly dull, believe me.
The idea occurred to me to give being a bit heavier a whizz. One's appetite always increases at this time of year (January, as I write) so one has to be even more diligent than usual. Why not then, I thought, go with it for a bit, and let the excess slide off of its own volition in the spring? I suppose there is a danger than once it's made itself comfy, the extra lard might feel disinclined to piss-off when the clocks change. I might end-up, 20 years hence, being winched out of the front room of my council flat by a team of burly firemen. No, perhaps I should remain diligent. Thin has always been my USP. I feel I'd be losing a part of myself if I put on weight - ironically.
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