Disappearing Nation

Saw a story on the BBC News a few days ago. Been meaning to tell you about it ever since but puffballs and buttons and zombies have rather got in the way.

Wales, apparently, is rising rapidly - well, as rapidly as a nation of wobblebottoms can rise - up the ranks of Obese Nations. Apparently, we're nipping at the USA's heels in terms of the percentage of people in the country who are overweight or obese - about 60% of the population fall into these categories. We are a nation, it seems, of truly Fat Fucks.

In some ways, that's pretty cool - certainly in the local gym, among your body-builders and your insano-fits, you'll also find a good solid number of people who actually need to be there - a great incentive to use the thing. On the other hand, knowing the information about the country means that one's vision is rather skewed and tinted. Many's the time since coming to live back home I've thought to myself "Hmm...well, I'm probably not as fat as him," or "Phew...she's a big lass even by my standards..."

Knowing that we're chasing the US in terms of the percentage of Fat Fucks we have kinda makes that redundant. It's like logic kicks in to say "Yeah, might not be as fat as him - BUT HE'S FATTER THAN HALF THE PEOPLE ON THE EARTH...PUT TOGETHER!" Which really puts a crimp in your self-comparisons.

Been a bad-ish day, in several directions today. In particular, in Disappearing terms, went for an Indian meal tonight, and didn't start it till late. Not sure how that'll serve me come Tuesday - or the postponement of yesterday's badminton, come to that. But on the other hand, was able to spend some time with Dad today in the period where I was Doing Buggerall in the Way of Exercise.

Have almost forgotten what the gym looks like. Have certainly forgotten was strenuous physical exercise feels like. Sigh...Must...Restructure...Routine...
Muuuuusssssst...re...structure...