You know when you see those godawful pictures of yourself splashed all over Facebook and you finally realise how much of that pasta and cheese you had been eating actually has stuck to you, and not shed off like you were telling yourself? This happened to me yesterday. It was a rude awakening when I saw my six chins hauntingly-grinning back at me as I smiled in a photo.
BRONWEN! Yes, I was mad at myself. The chub has gradually crawled back and clung on for dear life.
So today marks the day. My exercise and diet plans have been given a large boot up the arse. It’s on.