Pulling My Weight
With summer fast approaching, I thought I’d try and do some sit-ups so to flatten my stomach. I’ve put on a bit of weight over the winter and I was a bit worried about how I’m going to look out on the beach in my bikini. In fact, I’ve put on so much weight that I actually now have a belly button! As opposed to before. Well, unfortunately, the sit-ups weren’t such a good idea. Actually, I don’t even know why I’m using the plural form of the term. There wasn’t even a sit-up! I’d forgotten about my fucked back, seeming it hadn’t been so bad the past few days. As soon as I started to lift my head for the first sit-up there was a awful twinge in my lower back and I let out an rather unmanly squeal. So with Plan A a failure, I’m going to have to resort to Plan B, which is hopefully catching some sort of illness when I go to India in a few weeks and shedding the extra flab in a more crude manner. Although with my never-get-sick immune system I don’t fancy my chances. Looks like I’m going to have to disappoint all those looking forward to seeing a bit of skin from me this summer.
