Oooh not quite sure how to go with this… Okay here we go first up I’ll reply to the last posts comments:
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Two Comments………………
Leggy Brunettes (hmm I’m a drunkish short blonde so who are you fancying??????) – Ah that would be in no particular order: Latetia Casta, Monica Bellucci, and kate Beckinsale. I think the odds of me scoring with any of those really quite lovely ladies are slim to none.
38 Inch ok BUT you are in 32 Inch jeans so me thinks you can’t measure properly…………………………… – Nope see Ms Moons entirely valid point below.
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Mrs. Fat Lad- You know how men can do that- they wear those jeans under the belly. We could too but we’d look really stupid. And yeah, Mr. Lad- What’s up with the leggy brunettes? – Leggy Brunettes, whats not to love? And have you ever seen Mr Simon Cowell and his midriff wearing pant shenanigans?
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So you looking for tough love? – Always, is it Saturday Night already?
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My GOD man, YOU’RE HUGE! And the jeans under the belly? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!?
…how’s that???? – Spot on my dear 🙂
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Jeez man it’s a wonder you can get through the door. What you using to get to work a JCB? – Fiat Punto. It’s actually really good for a poorly made Italian rock box…
Arse on bike sunshine that’s what ya need! lunch time runs, protein shakes, rabbit food all culminating in a a fantastic pot of misery! – Sounds delightful.
I hear the buttie shop calling, excuse me. – That sounds more like it
HM
(oh and i’ve just got my fat arse back on the bike this week having had 2 months of nothing, I’m suffering & hoping it will feel good later) Get yourself back out with West Yorkshire’s Finest
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Good grief, that’s huge. Mind you, you’re not anywhere near as heavy as me. Mind you (again) you are only 4 foot 3, and I am much taller.
Anyway, glad you’re prostrating yourself in this way, it can only lead to more merriment for us readers. – How goes the Bacon tears?
So, Drum Roll please…
Weight: 13 Stone 5 Pounds (185 for the colonies)
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Waist: 37 inches
2 pounds in a week I think is healthy. Let’s see how we get on in the future…
In non-“hills of wobbling flesh” news my replacement steed has finally arrived from Kona:
It’s a Kona One20 Supreme and has been christened Diana by the lovely Mrs Fat Lad (bonus brownie points if you can figure out why) it descends quite simply fantastically and it’s not bad on the climbs though sadly not quite as good as the King.
Right I’m off to celebrate my weight loss good news with a pork pie and eight pints of Guinness.
Fat Lad