Hello there chubby chasers!

Last time out, I said I was going to take to the lycra and give American Wrestling a go.  It was all going brilliantly, as I hip-tossed here and arm-dragged there. What’s that you say? You want a snap-mare? No problem! However disaster struck when I got my arm stuck in the ropes, leading to some unwelcome crunching, squelching snapping sounds to come from my wrist!  Cut a long story short: A trip to my colleagues at Furness General Hospital was in order and a splint firmly placed on my hand as they suspected a broken scaphoid .  I worried this was going to put a big dent in my battle to continue shifting the pounds.  As it turns out, it wasn’t this I needed to worry about. No, it was the mountains of CRAPPY food I ate while holidaying at Haven with my family.  I have taken the drastic decision to cancel my weigh-in this week as I’m too scared/embarrassed as to what the scales will say.  I understand my “Blubber-in-arms” Mr Emms has had a week of feeling crap and comforting himself with fatty treats so it seems to be a bad week for both of us?

Oh well, a small blip early on shouldn’t set us back too much so onwards and upwards.  As work starts back for Jordie and I go back to Uni this week, lets hope we can step it up a gear and get back on track.  We don’t want to disappoint our new celebrity fan Jodie Marsh do we? Til next time my fat fighting amigos…

Jock