So much for a regular blog – hopefully that should change now.

I am fat. It’s official. My BMI is 32 which is classified as obese. More to the point, in the shower this morning, it was obvious I have breasts. Little man boobs – “Moobs”. How depressing. Five years ago I was fit, slim and toned. I must act. It can’t go on.

Nor can drinking a minimum of a bottle of wine a day. Which I’ve been doing for 6 years now. More than a bottle a day on most days actually.

So today I start. I’m not following any prescriptive diet other than my own. It involves four simple rules: 1) No alcohol. The suggestion of pain hovering over my liver should be ample motivation to slim down my bloated liver before cirrhosis sets in (if it hasn’t already – either way I have to stop for a long while). 2) Eat well and enough – no starvation diet, no fasting. This morning I had bran and nuts and muesli with fruit, grapefruit juice and coffee (lots of it). 3) Exercise. Obviously. Build it up slowly to the levels I was doing a few years ago. And 4) I’m not going to weigh myself. I hate the passive aggressive fascist in the corner under the sink – my wife’s “Weight Watchers” scales. Maybe I’ll see where I am in a few weeks. For now I know if I do rules 1-3 then I’ll lose weight, I can’t not – I’m that fat. Then when I’m a trouser size down, then maybe I’ll track the weight loss.

For now though, it’s day one and all I have to do is not have a drink. Getting through that’s going to be difficult especially as usually when I stop I can’t sleep the first night.