As part of the famous poem, written by Robert Burns in 1785, says…
I wasn’t going to bother with much of a first post for the new year as my excuses are all rather tired and worn out now (like me, hehe) but here goes…
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah 2.3 kilos heavier than when I first started 2 years ago blah blah blah blah blah blah still trying blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah not giving up yet! Blah blah blah blah blah Xmas and New year blah blah blah blah blah too much FOOD and drink blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah sore feet blah blah blah blah can’t walk far blah blah blah blah blah. I asked Son2 to photograph me blah blah blah blah blah wearing a black tank top and black bike pants, standing against a white wall blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah son is traumatised blah blah blah blah blah. Hopefully this year I’ll have some nice “after” photos to contrast the scary fat lady photos. My rolls of fat have never looked more …FAT! I’m definitely going to try harder this year as I really feel like crap at the moment blah blah blah blah blah etc. 
Here’s the damage so far…
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And just in case you’re wondering… NO, I am not going to post my photos. At least not until I have some sexy, slim and fit photos to contrast them with. 
