A few arduous weeks from now, it will be the start of 2018. The festivities will be over and there you’ll stand in front of the bathroom mirror, casting a blotchy eye over your poor, suety carcass of sagging flesh. “Yes, you do,” your wife will reply, prodding your pot belly with her toothbrush. Maybe that’s a bit too autobiographical (last new year was hard), but there is a tradition here. In mid-workout conversation with Tom Mans, personal trainer and borderline killjoy, he suggests this is the wrong way round.

Source: The Times November 12, 2017 00:16 UTC