Catching my wife "at it".

3rd January 2007 and I have caught my wife "at it". There's no real evidence but I'm sure she is replacing my complete wardrobe with duplicate clothing two sizes smaller! Worse still she is in cahoots with the bathroom scales, which despite being brand new, confirm my weight as being a little over 20 stones. (OK - 8lbs over 20 stones). As my size diminishes (to 5' 11") this confirms my status as well in the range entitled "morbidly obese" (thank you Drs Hurle).

For most people this would probably represent some kind of crisis but the simultaneous achievement of 20 stone and 50 years of age has to be noted as one of the very rare, recent, intended achievements, in fact the only only, bar having a happy Christmas.

I have to confess that I've not been trying to curb my weight - I have tried three diets - I'm still on them all now (there being insufficient food on just the one) but now the time has come to make the decision as to whether to enjoy growing old and fat (which I do - it is a real option - my life is already completed) or take an active alternative to return to some semblance of fitness.

Losing weight should not really be that difficult - forget all the faddy stupidity, just eat less and do more! OK so lets do it! The decision - made! So how much weight would one lose cycling round Wales - dunnow - so let's do it and find out.

I'm not going back on my decision but there are always reasons to delay - such as the Christmas left overs including the remains of a barrel of Brains Rev. James still in the kitchen. I need a quiet build up to this otherwise the sheer thought of all this effort will kill me.

Let's also have a little fun and scientific investigation in the process. I'm going to order a blood pressure meter and heart monitor and film all this stuff.

That's enough for day one, I'm all worn out now, with this typing. Refreshment time.