Having had a bad back for about 8 years now, the invisible man on my shoulders has been weighing down for far too long now. From a previous injury that stopped me playing golf (See Golfing and Me) my back has slowly gotten worse and worse over the years to the point that I can no longer lift my daughter and carry her for any prolonged periods. My ability to run has vanished and in return the 2/4/6 pack has been replaced with 2/4/6 rolls. [gallery link="file" columns="2" size="medium" layout="slider" ids="11601,11602"] For the trained Radiologists among you, here’s a few X-Rays taken a few years ago. There’s a straightening of the neck and a twisting of the hips. These cost me £150 to have and the treatment required was extortionate, I just couldn’t afford to. So again, I stopped training, playing sport and basically doing anything. The moment I couldn’t lift my daughter I could have cried. It’s ok having pain and the way you stop having a bad back is to stop doing activity, which I did and contributed to me putting on weight. But when you’ve got two daughters that need your attention, need to be active and where you can’t rest up for a second, it all becomes ever so real! So I decided months ago to do something about it. My weight had shifted up to 18stone and I’d become quite sad. Sad at not being able to play golf consistently, sad at not being able to carry my daughter and play like the crazed dad I am, and sad that I’ve put on so much weight that while my wife is still as beautiful, she’s married to someone considerably larger than when we first met.