I told you I didnt blog.

So yeah that went well. I even manged to get to the gym once last year. Bravo!

Well, things are at critical mass again (hardy har) and something must give, so here we are again, the position I seem to regularly find myself in: wanting and failing to change. But this time, things are different (though aren't they always), this time I have a little girl (probably) about to be born.

Now I don't know about anyone else, but I have only maybe one or two memories from before I was 4. So while these will of course be her formative years, they will also hopefully give me a chance to change; and what father wouldnt take that chance.

You know what I fear the most at the moment? I fear that, should I die before my child is of an age where she starts forming more permanant memories, all she'll have to remember me by are photos... And I've not been all that photogenic for some years now.

So here's to new beginnings and last chances. If I fail this time I fear I'm done for.

Wish me luck. And strength of will.

I must. I can. I will.

Todays number is 20st 10lbs. Or 290lbs if you prefer.

Number 1. (notthatkind)

Well I never said this would be funny - quite the opposite.
The other thing I said was that I'd never 'blog', but now here I am, so maybe you shouldn't believe me too much.

If you're reading this, god help you. Turn back now.
This really isn't meant for your eyes, its just a place for me to write a few things down and keep track of a few other things.

Speaking of which:
21st 03lbs
1/2 a sin.
0 Exercise.

Starved in more ways than two. Good night.