Afternoon & salutations to y'all SL, Blue, Mo, Ian & everyone.
Yesterday I had an ? Epiphany ? Awakening ? No...
Sobering realisation that my body is now more of a derelict wasteland than a Temple.
I went to the
Evans at the Velodrome in Manchester between my shift to collect my order & try it on.
I had a 'click & collect' on a British Cycling jersey, of which I had ordered both Large & XL after reading mixed reviews of Adidas sizing.
So I tried both, XL was fine round the bread bin but slightly baggy elsewhere, so I went with the Large as I like them a bit 2nd skin..
Here in lies the problem.
Even breathing in wouldn't shift the loaf of Warbies my former 17 - 28 yr old) six pack has become.
Looking in the mirror revealed what can best be described as a slightly haggered Daffyd Thomas (Little Britain).
"Myfanwy" !!
What a sight, I reckon I am now the owner of an undersized Great Britain boob tube.
Still, it (might) give me the motivation to shift a pound or eight.