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I’ve always liked the motto: “Just do better.”

No bullshit, no excuses, no explaining. Just do better. Read the rest of this entry »

It’s never a good sign when the Chairman of your cricket club approaches you at a pre-season training session, arms outstretched, bellowing “I take it your training regime is fucked then” before grabbing hold of your man-boobs and giving them a comedy squeeze. Read the rest of this entry »

This is the moment you’ve barely given a second thought.  It’s time to see the graph.  But first, what does the graph show?  What does it tell us?  It’s tells us that I’m shit at dieting.  I’ve lost a rounded-up pound since last Friday.  By rounded-up pound I mean that the little ticket the Boots weight machine prints out says I’ve lost a pound, but a quick sense check (looking at the change in weight in kilos) shows I haven’t.  I’ve lost 0.3kg.  0.66lbs.  300g.  The equivalent weight of a packet of Chocolate Hob Nobs, ironically enough an entire packet of which I’ve eaten in the past two days.  I know what you’re thinking.  I’m a useless, disgusting, greedy bollocks. Read the rest of this entry »