Speech Mark

It’s been a while since my last post and it’s fair to say that I’ve well and truly hit the wall in more ways than one . Diet-wise, I’ve fallen off the wagon and landed on Pie Island in the middle of a sea of cool, cool beer. Anyone who’s following me on Instagram will have spotted, in amongst the photos of Richmond Park deer, visiting cats and old tube trains, increasing numbers of photos of food and drink, leading up to the nadir: a Sunday Roast at the New Inn’s gut-busting carvery. Not a morsel was wasted. Sorry, not sorry. It had been going so well . Half a stone dropped pretty quickly and the exercise was paying dividends with my general fitness. I was eating well and all was going according to plan. But it’s so easy to slip back into old ways. Beer, bacon, brie and bread have started to become staples of my diet, rather than occasional treats. My exercise regime is also flagging; from three times a week at my zenith, down to once or twice a week now. But this is ...