I just wanted to say sorry, James.
When we talk of diet and exercise, we often joke about bulking and cutting and generally have a bit of a laugh. It’s what we do.
And yet, deep down, we know there’s a more serious part to the conversation; I mean, health matters.
But mostly, we just let of steam, using humor and hyperbole to lighten the conversation and color our daily discretions.
But the other day, I let you down. You. My son. Someone I love more than life itself.
After poking fun at each other as we often do, the conversation changed. You were being sincere about wanting to shed a few pounds, lose some weight, get fit. You started to describe some perfectly reasonable steps as to how you’d do it, and I shot them down.
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