The weigh in took place on Tuesday at the work weekly meeting (Asakai) maximum publicity, maximum humiliation if I don’t lose any weight.
It was a spur of the moment thing to do it there (it only occurred to me to do it like that on the train into work) and so I forgot to get “blimey what a lard-arse” photos for that essential “before” shot.
So, this is me in all my glory
I am doing a sponsored weight loss in aid of Young Minds a fabulous charity dedicated to improving the emotional wellbeing and mental health of children and young people.
Please donate a lump sum or an amount per weightloss - It has been suggested I ask for a pound a pound, but (if I am as successful as I need to be) that’ll cost you too much, and more importantly I am fully metricated and will only be losing kilograms :)
Snow Poem 1 Monday’s snow is “Fuck, it’s snowed”
Tuesday’s snow is “Shit, I can’t go”
Wednesday’s snow is “traffic’s a nightmare”
Thursday’s snow is “I’m afraid I can’t get there”
Friday’s snow means “Work from home”
Saturday’s snow is “no food in Tesco”
But the snow that falls on us on a Sunday
is “fluffy”,
and “Pretty”
and “Sod it, let’s play”
not a Limerick, but rare enough to be grouped with them ↩︎
