Sorry for the bad pun I have been punishing my body with bad living so I don't see why you lot shouldn't suffer as well.
Good intentions went flying out the window on the Easter holiday weekend when an old friend from uni turned up with his wife and son.
We had planned to go out running together but then saw the snow and thought better of it.
We then talked about how we hardly ever drank any more and our bodies were temples etc etc etc. But then we spoiled that by tucking into piles of booze, Easter cake and chocolate as soon as the nippers went to bed.
I went out running yesterday and could literally feel an extra stone bouncing around my midriff.