Love Handles.

Shit, I have love handles, yes plural.

Slight podge was OK, well it wasn't OK, but I was on my way to sorting it out. I've reduced my carb intake, well over the last few days anyway, I'm doing sit-ups daily, OK, not done them for the last few weeks but at least I'm thinking about it.

Was just relaxing at home as one does on these Easter weekends, putting on some lounge trousers (I hate calling them that) was just doing them up when I saw it, two nasty love handles hanging over the edge. "Love handles" indeed...why call them that? There's nothing lovely about them! Hate Handles is far more in-keeping. "Muffin top" - not much better, but at least the title gives you a sign as to how you got them!

I'm now going to Plan B...No Carbs at all (after pasta tonight) and only fruit as snacks.

I am going on a beach holiday with the gays soon and there is no way that I want to look like the ugly, fat one that the other two invited along out of sympathy.

How many days do I have anyway? SHIT! 10 days!! 10 frigin days! That's just over a week, just short of two...right, I am going to only eat salads, no I'm not going to eat anything.

Desperate times and all that! Wish me luck, fat fingers crossed!