Have you ever thought what life would be like if you were to
swap places with a TV character? You could find yourself running The Queen Vic,
avoiding Dappy’s advances on Celebrity Big Brother or be twirled around the
ballroom in the arms of Brendan Cole.
If I had the chance to switch into a role right now, I’d
pick Sam Beckett. I’d want to go back in time, to put right what once went
wrong. If Ziggy was dialling up percentages for me right now, I’d be told it
would take a Quantum Leap for me to lose weight this week.
So what has gone wrong? I’m not quite sure I could put a
trigger on it. All I know is I’ve resembled a pig throughout the weekend, and
couldn’t keep my snout from the trough. I avoided alcohol as has been my plan
for the whole of January, but I think a can or two would have been preferable
compared to the amount of garbage I’ve consumed. Crisps. Toast. Chocolate
Brazilnuts. The best part of half a tin
of roses. It hasn’t been my finest hour.
And yet the weekend had started so positively. Despite the
ground conditions remaining less than favourable, I chalked up another PB forthe 5k. A mere 2 seconds off, but considering the previous effort nearly killed
me and I was feeling pretty fresh afterwards this time around suggests I’ve
further room for improvement. But that was the high point of the weekend. The
rest of it was all about eating junk.
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