Decades old insecurity

It still amazes me that the age of 32 I can lean over to put a sock on in front of a mirror and see a crease in my stomach and not think, "Right, foot in sock..." but no I think, "S&%T am I getting fat?!" ... I think it's safe to say I'm not careering towards obesity just yet.

Stupid head.

A few years ago I made a rule that if I ever genuinely looked at myself and thought I was getting fat, then I had to have a steak dinner that evening (prior to that I'd just make myself sick, which wasn't ideal). Back then it felt like a hardship, a punishment; now I find that part easy to stick to! ;-)