So I’m sitting in the cafe after a work out, browsing the paper and slurping on a protein shake, feeling pretty chuffed with myself and this heading jumps out ‘Being overweight reduces the risk of dementia.’ I read it again. It says the same thing…and my niggling ferret of despair digs another claw in. It’s all about choices it seems – you can be overweight, probably get diabetes or some heart condition (not to mention having to wear Walmart style jeans and have those crusty, bulged out heels all your life)…but remain sane, or you can exercise your nuts off, eat well, feel good about yourself and live longer, but you just won’t know it because you’ll be bat shit crazy, laughing at flies whilst someone else chews your food and wipes your bum for you. Neither option seems that great to be honest. Why can’t I just be fit, slim and sane…I don’t want to be chubby.

[update]

New headline just in – the ‘dad bod’ is apparently in. You look like you go to the gym every now and again but like you eat pizza, drink beer and have tits. So, if this is true and it must be true and it must be true for any male because it works for Leonardo Di Caprio…this is awesome. So what’s the link? Well now I can be over weight with puffy man boobs…which means I’ll remain sane…and will be ‘on trend’ at the same time…and chicks will flock to me for it. There is a GOD!!! Fuck yeah.