Two glorious weeks of sitting by the sea or the pool with a cold drink in hand are taking their toll. My waistline has started to take full advantage of my "Comfort Fit" jeans.
Work is still exhausting, and we are chasing our tails doing umpteen things at the same time.
I know I should be getting more exercise, but at the moment the 45 minute walk to work is about my limit, and I'm not doing that every day either...
My Learned friend Welsh Dog has decided to start a new blog which may serve as a shining beacon of inspiration to us all. I suggest you point your browser over to Fat man On A Diet.
After a hard days work there is nothing better than relaxing and reading about someone else literally slogging away on a treadmill.
As Mark Twain said, "I love hard work... I could watch people do it all day long!"