This has probably happened to most people.

Without even noticing.

It happened to me, and it wasn’t until I saw myself on TV that I realised it.

I have put on weight.

Not much, but enough to realise I should do something about it before it gets bad. The still shot below from the channel seven news report shows a rather unslightly beer belly starting to develop. The text of ‘he couldn’t hide’ is quite ironic.

So I am starting a program to lose a little bit of weight before I move to London in nine weeks.

This isn’t a goal on the list, but just something extra I would like to do.

I bought a set on scales last weekend, and weighed myself on Monday morning. I am 77.5kg. I have set myself the task to get under 70kg, so am targeting to get down to 69.5kg.

What is LLL? Leaving for London Lighter!

To get to 69.5kg I have a two-prong attack:

1. Walk every morning for 45 minutes,

2. Use a Weight Watchers strategy of only having a certain amount of points allocated per day, where each item of food in the world has a certain amount of points (good food = less points, bad food = more points). Once the points are used up for the day, that’s it. No more food.

Every Monday I will weigh myself and put up the result, so that I am super-accountable to myself and anyone else who cares to keep track of my progress.

Basically, I need to get the blue dot down to where the pink dot is, by the end of the ninth week.

Wish me luck!