MY NAME IS JON LIPSEY, and I’ve just written my first fitness book. I have a six-pack. That’s not very surprising, is it? As a fitness magazine editor, you’d expect me to be the proud/smug owner of chiselled abs.
In fact, you’d be disappointed if I didn’t have a washboard stomach. It’s just as well, then, that you didn’t meet me a few months ago because, oh boy, would you have been unimpressed. You see, two months ago, I didn’t have a six-pack or T-shirt-filling biceps and I didn’t have broad shoulders. I did, however, have a belly. I had love handles, too. And dark, sleep-deprived circles around my eyes. I was stressed, I had low energy and, according to any metric you care to choose, I was overweight.