Stoptober 2012

[Sweder]

Cheers Andy, all support is welcome. I know I've a while before I hit the wall on this one, when the early blush of innocent enthusiasm gives way to the fervent desire to choke down some fat-drizzled carbs. I will hark back to this post when the Devil shows his face.

To re-state the obvious, this won't be a religious crusade. I will stray (Ireland looms large), but that 'before' photo, a mountain of rubbery flesh hanging over the waistband of my boxers, is never far from my thoughts.

The shock for me is how relatively quickly I've gone to seed. I wasn't in tip top form in Brighton but I did equal my marathon PB, so I can't have been too bad. How age accelerates the process of decrepitude. Last night I passed my first mini-trial. I ordered a steak (lean meat: good), switching chips for a 'crisp fresh salad' and adding a side of cabbage. The change wasn't made and I was left with a collapsed Jenga of man-sized, hand cut, double-cooked fries. I left them there, untouched. A small step for Sweder, a giant leap in the fight against the lard.