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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Up until this week, I didn’t know that lumbering along at a fairly respectable 4.5km/hr for 1.3km only burned calories the equivalent of a 34.5g bag of &lt;a href=&#34;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walkers_(snack_foods)&#34;&gt;Walkers ready salted potato crisps&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I &lt;a href=&#34;https://archive.rustgeek.me/2011/07/taking-charge-weight/&#34;&gt;blame my sister&lt;/a&gt; for that. She - all sharp mouthed, 5&amp;rsquo;-4&amp;quot;, verbal terrorist Edo woman  that she is  - decided that last Saturday was the day to put her foot down and insist that something had to be done about my burgeoning waistline. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t have guessed our little chat would segue into those matters, if I did I would have invented a network failure and hung up. She, the mistress of subterfuge, began by regaling me with our usual fare - stories about the nieces and cousins, about who was seeing whom and all the other mundanities - before mentioning that she had run into an old schoolmate of mine. Said schoolmate was this huge, built-like-a-wardrobe bully who terrorised us all those many years ago in primary school. We had a nickname for him, &lt;em&gt;puff-puff,&lt;/em&gt; only used when he was out of earshot; given because he looked like a &lt;a href=&#34;http://www.avartsycooking.com/2010/08/puff-puff/&#34;&gt;hurriedly fried, misshapen ball of puff puff&lt;/a&gt;.  I hadn&amp;rsquo;t seen him in years, but by my sister&amp;rsquo;s account he had morphed from &lt;em&gt;puff-puff&lt;/em&gt; into a Fally Ipupa clone.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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