You fat bastard

A lazy stroll through the centre of Kalmar on a sunny saturday and within an hour i had recieved three comments that gave me food for thought regarding my physical status. First comment from an old friend (male). ” I see you´ve had a few beers this summer” Second comment ex girlfriend of a friend. ”I met PK last week (old team mate) and he looks like he´s the same weight as in his playing days” then a quick glance at my stomach. Third comment, old girlfriend ”I see YOU haven´t been training lately”
After these three brief meetings i decided to retreat homewards.

Sitting on my sofa i starting thinking that maybe, just maybe i had put on a few kilos. After all i haven´t really trained for 10 years now and my theory that a few rounds of golf was all the training i needed is maybe wearing thin. Was my diet of Pizza, Mc Donalds och Micro food no longer sustainable! I feel fine, do get a bit tired walking up the 2 flights to my flat but then again i do walk quickly. The XL t-shirts have been a bit tight of late but i am sure that washing them in 60 degrees has shrinked them a bit. I suppose i could always get the scales out of the cupboard buy a new battery for them and see how much i do actually weigh.