When I was discharged from the Corps 24 years ago I set out to stay in Dress Blues shape figuring I’d be healthy so long as I was able to fit in them. The notoriously unforgiving form fitting wool coat would not allow an inch of excess flab and in order to get that cruel metal neck clasp fastened, I’d have to remain lean and mean.
Years of complacency and neglect led to what was rapidly becoming dangerous obesity. Weighing in at a whopping 268 lbs (nearly 20 stones for you Brits) I was staring diabetes, hyper tension and heart disease square in the eye and hoping I didn’t flinch. With the motivation and partnership of my wife, I was successful in dropping 70lbs in 6 months!
Fitting back into them and wearing them even for a short time was nothing short of sublime. Like stepping into a time machine. Like a dusty old Delorean the paint may not be as shiny and there are a few more miles under the hood but the now classic machine got the job done!