Ten years of sitting at a desk and eating what I want with only the occasional exertion has resulted in me becoming the poster boy for the Dad Bod. It was compounded with a recent work trip to the States when I decided I would consume as much of the local burgers and beer as I was able to resulting in me hitting the heaviest I’ve ever been and resembling a snake that ate a meal three days ago.
My wife says I’m “skinny from my chest up”.
My 20 something body was more forgiving but now my late 30s body has made it very clear that every beer and cake is going to hang around like an unwanted squatter. Indeed my paunch is now affectionately known as Little Rich.
Well Little Rich. Your days a numbered.
Huel ordered, gym joined, and friends and family notified that under no conditions should they offer me cake.
Started on Monday and now, Friday I’m 4lbs down.