Yes, I've decided to bite the bullet (just so long as there's no carbohydrates in it) and take myself into a land where carbs are the enemy. Of course, being a person with diabetes, carbohydrates are already on the radar...but that's about it. Now, I really need to get something done about my weight before it becomes even more difficult to control, and I'm reduced to a diet of air and water.
I refuse to adopt any of the advertised plans out there, and in true bloody-minded fashion I shall try to work it out myself without any help from the so-called experts who seem to change their minds every few years anyway.
Soon, therefore, I shall be a veritable racing snake; an athlete once again and with the world at my feet (just as soon as I can see them over my belly once more). I shall also avoid giving you regular updates on my progress. This is mostly because I know that such posts are as boring as watching a turd air-dry, but also because the chance of abject failure is, in my case, reasonably high, and I don't really want to have to make any embarrassing admissions.
Short aside: my spell checker recognizes the word "fucking". How lovely - now that's progress!