Having slumped into the settee (the settee is my friend) after an exhausting Sunday afternoon stroll, I was told that all it takes it two ounces a day.
It's the belly you see. It's always the belly.
Christmas had not been kind and I need to lose a stone; a stone that in it's usual comical way, has congregated at my belly. The exhausting Sunday afternoon stroll was just seven and a half miles with 86 m of ascent. It's not funny, is it?
As I sit here this Sunday evening, there are just 117 days to go to the start of the Challenge. That's just sixteen Sunday afternoon strolls to get the legs back into some sort of shape. Sixteen weeks to lose the belly.
Two ounces a day. That's all it should take.