Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Mum found this old coach card of mine while I was staying with her in Bournemouth, last week.
I'd have been twenty two years old when that photograph was taken. Although I've always appeared to be older than my real age, I can say, hand on heart, that the past few years have really taken their toll on Minge. Looking at that old coach card makes me feel ancient and obese.
I plan to do something about it.
Short of having a time machine and the hundreds of millions of pounds it would take for all the necessary surgery, I plan to return to yoga and stop eating all the rubbish I constantly throw down my throat. I'm not going to turn into a heath queen or gym bunny, though, no. I intend to keep it real. But I am going to turn into someone who has a little more self respect than he did a few months back.
I've had time, recently, to think about many aspects of my life. Although it's a cliché, it's quite true: without your health, you've got nothing, dear reader. I thought I had nothing. Now, I'm quite hopeful I have everything. I don't plan on letting any of it go any time during the foreseeable future.