If I was to suddenly become a name worthy of being the headline act at the BRITS awards, this would be how I would look on centre stage.
Madonna may have taken a tumble at the awards the other night, but she doesn’t need to ditch the fat suit… I DO!
Take this afternoon for instance, I have sat at my desk for so long that I can hardly feel my legs. My bum is numb; although I know the ample thing is still there.
Well, today is the first day of March and I feel another bout of goal setting creeping up on me. So, to go with the super blog that is going to feature on here [yeah, right!], I am vowing to get my fatso self a little less fatso.
It’ll be difficult, but, I have done it before and I can do it again. Before I pile most of the fat back on again, and once again decide that it’s time to lose the fat suit.
If the weight loss happens and I’m happy with it. I will be on here bragging. If it doesn’t, you probably won’t hear it mentioned again… until I die from a bottom that is even bigger and sillier than some celebrities pay stupid money, to have surgically created for them.
What is all that about? Here have mine… please! Take it… it’s yours… for free! No wait a minute, I could make some money here. It’s yours for a stupid price; but so worth it. You can even have the cellulite thrown in as a freebie!
So, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and cycle like crazy on my cycling machine, to return the feeling to my equally fatso legs.
Thanks for stopping by my revolting, fatso blog and have a great day.
Until the next fatso time.