Some home truths
A few days ago, whilst checking my readiness for school in the mirror; shirt, tie, shoes, trousers (I’m not making that mistake again!) I noticed that the chap staring back at me and I were clearly not wearing the same clothes. We couldn’t be; that shirt he had on had obviously been ironed over a wok. We don’t have a wok! Unfortunately, though, it was indeed me reflected there with a paunch hanging over a straining waistband, a situation which had nothing to do with ironing techniques or stir frying equipment. To be honest, it owed more to the frying pan, the bread maker, the deep fat fryer and the fridge than any oriental cooking utensil. It’s amazing really that strangers haven’t started rubbing my tummy for good luck. Well, this had gone on long enough! It really had. Let’s be fair about things, this is not something that has crept up on me over the last couple of months, or couple of years even. It’s the result of long term lifestyle choices. The wrong lifestyle choices. So, thi...