The fat is back! The Battle with the pre-middle aged bulge continues...
Stepped on the scales these morning and received a surprise, 92.2kgs... To say the least, I was slightly miffed. Seems like yesterday I was celebrating my success in beating to pre-middle aged spread, but in a similar fashion to the Viet Kong, it has managed to creep back up on me.
Don't get me wrong, the signs were all there. Shortness of breath climbing long flights of stairs, breaking into a heavy sweat on a 10k run and having problems assuming the position on my bike due to belly squishage should couldn’t have been more obvious. Drinking plenty of alcohol, carbs after 8pm and at least one chocolate bar a day certainly didn't help either.
But I must admit, the nail in the coffin was a mate of mine comparing my man-boobs to my wife's breast and commenting that, although smaller at present, it was only a matter of time until my rack was bigger than hers.
On the back of his and certainly others friends’ comments (we have a refreshingly honest group of friends) and the fact I am crapping myself about the Jungfrau Marathon I've signed up to do in September, the ceasefire is over and the war on the pre-middle aged bulge is back on.
I'll keep you informed of my progress against the enemy and share some of my tactics. This enemy is wily and well entrenched, but I think that success will be mine. Just have to resist those Hoegaardens with a slice of lime on hot summer days, rye bread sandwiches with liverwurst and gherkins, Peanut Butter Chunky Kit Kats... Man, this is going to be tough!