At my worst I was just over 14 1/2 stone & in terrible shape, very much like a beached whale, things had reached a real nadir by the start of 2005 & if I hadn't got in to London Marathon that year I doubt if I would have been able to turn things round.
Now when I am in good nick I am around 11 stone & never go above 11 1/2 stone. On the otherhand I like eating, I get pleasure from it & all this worrying / fretting over your weight which most people on here probably identify with isn't exactly the path to happiness is it ?
I probably borderline obsessive about it, what I see on the scales can affect my mood one way or the other, in many ways I admire people that don't have any of the guilt about eating / weight.
Another one I've just remembered; was running around the block & two schoolkids maybe around 14 / 15 were approaching a boy & a girl. Anyway just as I was running past one or both of them screamed really loudly & it startled me, long & short of it is they both got a severe military boot camp style dressing down / barking at especially the poor young lad who looked like he was going to start crying infront of his little girlfriend, lots of F words & similar filth thrown in to emphasise exactly why you shouldn't scream at someone when they run past you.
I could be wrong, but I would be highly surprised if either of them pulled the same stunt ever again.
Remember a long long time ago being out for a run on a hot day, a car full of likely lads pulled over & asked me for directions, as I made it to the car window, they sprayed me with water pistols & drove off at high speed in hysterics
At least I think it was water...........................