Okay, so I’m a little overweight. About 10 kilos, which means I have one those cute little pot bellies that the ladies just adore but I want to get rid of.

I also have dreams of being a writer. Not a very good one. I’m aiming for average. Sort of a poor man’s Dean Koontz.

Anyway, the problem is I can’t be bothered exercising, and I’d rather watch old episodes of Seinfeld than write.

A month ago I decided that enough was enough, that there was only so many times I could watch George kvetch and Elaine rant and Kramer goof and Seinfeld… be Seinfeld.

So I’ve decided on my Walking and Writing regime. I come home, have a 4 k walk, arrive home shvitzing like a pig, have a shower, and while still dripping sit in front of this very laptop and do some writing. At the mo, I’ve taken to updating this very journal, but after that I start working on a piece. Actual writing. Most of its crap. And the grammar and spelling is too die for, but the sentences do eventually start making sense and after about 90 minutes… well… I’ve written about 600 words.

And it feeeeeeeels good.

As someone famous one said, “I’m doing it Jerry, I’m buying the Frogger machine!!!”