Working it out: That Stubborn Stone . . . or 6.3 kg
I refer to it as that Stubborn Stone. I could refer to it as that 6.35 kilos of midriff that greets me each morning but, while that may sound better, the problem would not be any smaller.
Every year I have decided that this 14lbs of flab would be gone by Christmas. It was to be my present to myself. Each year when I took off my festive wrapping, my Stubborn Stone was still very much in evidence. The only thing to feel pleased about was that while it stubbornly did not decrease, it has been kind enough not to expand.
I was present at a wedding last weekend. I say present because I was not a guest. I was merely staying in the hotel and watched the proceedings as I ate my meal and had a drink. I mentioned my stubborn stone as a preface to observing others. I am far from perfect. I mean this in the way Dr Ciara Kelly bravely told Brendan O'Connor on television that, while she knew of all of the ill-effects of binge drinking, she had not led a blameless life. On occasion, she had moved into the very territory she was cautioning us about. Me too.