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But you don't need to diet!
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When people found out that I was trying to lose weight I was driven crazy by kind folk telling me that I didn't need to. To be fair, at 5' 11" I can hide it well. But at the end of May I weighed 16st, with a 46" chest and a 41" waist. I was clinically obese. And don't effing say that BMI (Body Mass Index) is inaccurate. And my blood pressure was 180/120. Not good.
What diet did I follow? I didn't. I ate porridge each morning for breakfast like always - just a smaller portion. I ate one sandwich each day at lunchtime at my desk like always. I ate my evening meal but I didn't eat all the leftovers. Honest, the war and rationing are over! My hens can eat the bloody leftovers.
At the beginning of August we went back to Trieste and walked daily up and down the steep hill to our apartment at San Giusto: that started me off on exercise as my weight started to go down. Now my weight is down. It did go to 12st 2lb, but now I'm building up muscle it's up to 12st 4lb. My chest is now 40" and my waist is 32", I've gone from XL to L and now M, and local charity shops have done brilliantly well with all my clothes. And my loose, saggy skin, the legacy of all that fat, is tightening up, thank God! And yes, I'm addicted to cycling, running and weight training. It's my last chance to get fit! And if it kills me, as I am constantly threatened, at least my body will look great when they put me in my coffin. Same applies to all those who panic about my cycling to work along busy roads, especially the A377 with its high death rate. As long as I'm not pulped, my body will look great! I'm pleased to say that when they cut my beautiful lycra off me in hospital after my head injury they commented on my cyclist's legs and sexy underwear. Pity I wasn't conscious to hear it.
What diet did I follow? I didn't. I ate porridge each morning for breakfast like always - just a smaller portion. I ate one sandwich each day at lunchtime at my desk like always. I ate my evening meal but I didn't eat all the leftovers. Honest, the war and rationing are over! My hens can eat the bloody leftovers.
At the beginning of August we went back to Trieste and walked daily up and down the steep hill to our apartment at San Giusto: that started me off on exercise as my weight started to go down. Now my weight is down. It did go to 12st 2lb, but now I'm building up muscle it's up to 12st 4lb. My chest is now 40" and my waist is 32", I've gone from XL to L and now M, and local charity shops have done brilliantly well with all my clothes. And my loose, saggy skin, the legacy of all that fat, is tightening up, thank God! And yes, I'm addicted to cycling, running and weight training. It's my last chance to get fit! And if it kills me, as I am constantly threatened, at least my body will look great when they put me in my coffin. Same applies to all those who panic about my cycling to work along busy roads, especially the A377 with its high death rate. As long as I'm not pulped, my body will look great! I'm pleased to say that when they cut my beautiful lycra off me in hospital after my head injury they commented on my cyclist's legs and sexy underwear. Pity I wasn't conscious to hear it.
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