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(This is part 3 of a series of posts discussing my thoughts on my current “glowing up while slimming down” journey.) I’m a man of few vices. That statement might come as a shock, but it’s true. It’s a blessing, but I simply do not possess what’s come to be known as an addictive personality. Alcohol? Never cared for it. Sure, I’ll quaff a glass or two at celebrations or on holidays, but that’s the lot. Tobacco? I’m an ex-smoker, but when it came to quitting it was cold turkey and surprisingly easy. Drugs? I don’t have the inclination, contacts or cash for anything harder than a menthol lozenge. Gambling is a penny-stake online poker game when I’m having a loo break. And as for sex addiction… let’s just say I’m not afflicted, but I’d give it a bloody good go if the opportunity arose. However, I’ve an Achilles Heel that makes mockery of the above, and that’s Food. No great shock, right? I was a certified chubby funster for fifty-odd years, and while that can be glandular there’s always a gourmand component to consider. For me, it’s the combo of enjoying a huge portion and being absolutely mesmerised by chocolate treats. Too much food at meal times, and too much sugar in between. Historically, my issue with dieting was twofold. First, the effort required for healthy improvement did not feel commensurate to the results. I’d starve myself all week (relatively), and only drop a pound. Or, worse, I’d maintain. Constant vigilance did not produce consistent loss. But the real killer to my resolve was the Food Noise. That voice in my head and its repeated mantra. “You need to eat. Eat something. Have a cake. You’re starving. Screw the diet. You need to eat. You NEED TO EAT.” Then, as part of my diabetes management, I was prescribed something new: an injection. Free of charge via the wonderful NHS, I now jab myself weekly with an inhibitor that both teaches me when I’m full and removes the devil on my shoulder. It’s an absolute game changer. “That’s all very well,” I hear you say, “but weight loss injections are cheating! Also, what does any of this have to do with being a stylish gentleman?”