The Fun of Getting Thin, Samuel G. Blythe [new ebook reader .txt] 📗

I had the strength to toteit round and had the shoulders and the chest to conceal it. I didn'tshow any bay window, as most fat men do. As they used to say: "You'rebig all over. You carry it all right."

All this time I was eating three or four times a day and eatingeverything that came my way. Also, I drank some--not excessively, butsome whisky and some beer, and occasionally some wine andcocktails--about the average amount of drinking the average man does.I thought I was getting too fat, and I wrestled with a bicycle all onesummer, taking long rides and plugging round a good deal. I did somecenturies, but continued eating like a horse--naturally because of theoutdoor exercise--and drank a good deal of beer. As will be seen, allthe fat I had was legitimate enough. I put it on myself. There was nohereditary nonsense about it. I was responsible for every ounce of it.The net result of that summer's bicycle campaign was a gain of fivepounds in weight. I was harder--but I was fatter, too.