supermarket

I'm stood at the checkout and out of the corner of my eye I can see the things going onto the belt next to me from the people behind - buns, sugary cereal, beer, a huuuge bottle of cooking oil, loaf after loaf after loaf of thick white bread, lucazaid, fray bentos pies.

I'm thinking to myself 'don't look round, they are going to be skinny. Just don't look' but I couldn't resist. I looked and guess what, yes they were skinny.

So I put my salad, veg, rice cakes and sugar free jelly into a bag and dragged my obese body to the furthest spot away from the supermarket where I had intentionally parked in order to cram a bit more exercise into the day. When I've finished typing this I'm off to the gym to do a circuit, my second exercise session of the day and later I'm back there to do heavy weights.

Why are things never fair?

I should have been born in Ethiopia, I would have amazed everyone by putting on weight. Those news reports would have been so different, all the skeletal figures with one fat kid in the middle.