This Well, it's no quite. The missus announced she was going on a diet as we were rubbing the steak pie bellies on Ne'erday and I said I'd do it with her - partly cos I've gone up a trouser size in the last year and partly cos I wanted to lord it over her when she's moaning about her diet. We've been spotting each other in the living room once the kids are in bed anaw. At the end of January, I'll knock it on the heid and concentrate on knocking the smoking on the heid <fateworsethandeath> I must admit, I'm quite enjoying winding up the fat women in my work by saying I'm on a diet whilst they look down at their wobbly masses and remember their own failures.
Used to be a bit of an exercise junkie and was proper lush. It's all been overtaken by life recently, though, and I bought my first ever pair of 36" jeans <shame> I'm pretty tall and don't have fat bits anywhere else so I don't want to look like one of those 30-something metal fans with ****ing crow's legs and a beer belly
The things ye promise wimmin after ye've been well fed, or well ****ed, by them. The bitches know this too. They know we're vulnerable at those times
I used to play squash regulalry and would go through phases of hitting the gym and occasionally playing 5's (not a lot though, cos am **** at it). I hit 40 and thought **** that. I've paid ma dues.
I want to still be playing 5s in my 50s - easily do-able if you avoid injury. I'm still playing against teenagers, though, and the ***s are gonna have to go. Two of my mates were boxers when I was in my late teens and I used to train with them down the local YMCA. That would ****ing kill me now
Giving up smoking isn't that hard. I smoked for years (started when I was 14) and always put off giving them up because I'd watched friends and family try and fail but once you get past the first couple of weeks it's plain sailing.
I've got a staff conference next week in a swanky spa place in Buckinghamshire. I've been on a sort-of diet and doing exercise to look my best for it, we have rooms booked for the night so need to pull. Once they've seen me in the pool they'll be queuing up to get some Toby-lovin'
I've been told the same. Don't bother with patches and all that stuff. Just quit. You'll do it quite easily if, and only if, you really do want to quit. Personally, I don't want to quit. Yet. I'm happy at the moment smoking around 10 a day. Actually enjoying my smokes more now that they have become a little treat to maself rather than summat I just habitually did.
My company have an office in Manchester too, so if I fail with the classy ladies in my office, I've got 30 slags to take my pick from I love infinite booze at work parties
