Banish that fat

I decided to go running with my kid round a lake, in a park in Moscow yesterday. I drove down there with the push chair in the car boot. I got him out the car, wrapped him up, put mittens on him, strapped him in tightly and bribed him with a biscuit. I ran round the lake pushing him along the path. He quietly munched his biscuit and all seemed well in the world, as I puffed and panted behind him. Then as if by magic, on the third lap of the lake, he began to gently sob, the sob then reached a scream by the forth lap. Russian women who were walking along the path, gave me dark judging looks that burnt into my inner soul. Junior screamed louder but I continued to run and push him along as my nervous twitch began twitching on my right eye. I tried to ignore him, I ran they looked, I ran they looked. I felt the worst father in the world, evil and nasty. He gave the performance of his life, Shakespeare would have been impressed by his acting abilities. I gave into the screams on the fifth lap and went to the play area to calm him down. He could win an Oscar.The screaming magically stopped when he went on the slide.

Today, I went to my usual gym, rising before the cockerel at 5.00 am, to get some fat burnt and to get back home before my wife goes to work. There is always the same couple in there every morning. A fat husband and wife team that would not look out of place in that well known British comedy show "Little Brittan". The woman is fat and so is her man. They go straight into the gym without doing any running. They have a personal trainer. She looks like a pink Blancmange or giant shrimp in her pink lycra top, he looks like a giant orange in his orange exercise outfit. They puff and pant in an orgasm of exercise, as their triple chins dance and wobble. I can't understand why they don't do any running before they go to lift weights? They never look any thinner but go every day. I admire them for trying but they should at least sweat a bit before they tone and shape.