Hello. My name’s Jon Hamblin, and I am a fat geek. There, I’ve said it. I’m not proud of my almost fanatical devotion to takeaway pizzas and bad science-fiction (you’ve seen Buckaroo Banzai, right?), but all I can say in my defense is that the change for slothful to lardy crept up on me. One minute, I was a young man in his twenties, chowing down on junk food without a care in the world, the next, a youngish man in his thirties struggling to walk up flights of stairs.

But all that is (hopefully) about to change. Recently I’ve started a new job, making iPhone apps for a company called Big Ideas Corp. One of the apps we’re making is a joint collaboration with British Military Fitness.

If you don’t know them, they’re an organisation of ex-military personnel who I believe specialise in getting people to run up and down in parks until they either: a) fall over. b) are sick or c) fall over into some sick. It’s marketed as an al fresco alternative to the gym, and trainers are the only equipment you need.

The iPhone app we’re making allows you to experience their unique brand of personal training without needing to attend one of the classes. Which is great. My wonderful boss David however has decided that I shouldn’t really be helping make the app, if I haven’t actually experienced the classes myself.

So after much ribbing, I’ve decided to put my tummy where my mouth is, and try the classes. This blog will chart my progress. It will be raw. It will be honest. There may even be pictures of bodily fluids. Hopefully not mine. For those that know me, thanks for your support at this difficult time (aka piss taking). For those that don’t – wish me luck. Oh, and back to those who know me again – you will send flowers to the hospital, right?