Battling Bertram for Supremacy - Back to the Gym
I’d like to start this post by introducing you to an acquaintance of mine; Bertram. His full title is Bertram Beer Belly and he is my central circumference, as christened by my better half. When my stomach starts to grow, this is a clear sign of Bertram taking charge. Bertram is the beer-guzzling, pie-eating demon that I must conquer; he is the one who orders the Beef Wellington, rather than the salmon and insists on that one final pint before we go home. Bertram is the bad pixie sitting on my shoulder, listing all the fun things I could be doing rather than exercising. He is the dragon I must slay. Bertram wins again It is fair to say that Bertram has been in charge for some time now and as part of the process of wresting control from him I found myself at the gym on a cold Tuesday morning in January, after an absence of a good eighteen months or more. The gym is one I know from previous ‘get fit’ campaigns – there have been several, as I’ve mentioned before - and it’s a ni...