oi oi hey fatty

Well, mark this day down. Some little prick of about 12 shouted 'hey fatty' at me today. How much more of a wake-up does my fat ass need? The tread-mill is on order. I guess a scales should be invested in too. Tuesdays footy alone clearly isnt keeping it down. Going to get badminton sorted for Thursdays and use the tread-mill in between. Have to say the gym atmosphere was nice at David Lloyd last Thursday when I played tennis with Wil, but then that place prices itself at a certain demographic, one which I dont particularly fit in to. I already eat lots of veg, fruit and salad but Ive never structured my eating terribly well. Thats next on the list. Lets see if we cant turn that little cunt's words in to something useful.