this morning #368.

this morning, his slacks seemed to be quite persistent in their mission to tighten around his waist, a sad reminder that he was no longer a twenty-something halfback. a pair of joggers became an increasingly logical option with each passing day. he knew that it’d just be easier that way but he wasn’t ready to give up. all he had to do was cut out the beer & the sweets. all he had to do was a little light exercise, get out for a walk every now & again. all he had to do was resist the pull of the sofa & the telly. with just a little effort, he could get back in fighting form. in theory, it could work. unfortunately, a closer examination of the evidence would expose that theory as flawed.