Two years ago, staring at myself in a Zoom call when they were all the rage, it suddenly occurred to me, having just shaved, that I couldn't see my chin. To my horror, I weighed myself and discovered I was 20 stone. How had I let this happen!?!

Worse still, the memory hit me like a tonne of bricks. Holding a large Supervalu bag full of sweets and crisps behind the sitting room door, trying to hide it from a mother who was very sick, and as well know now, dying. She insisted I show her what's in my hand and when she saw it she bellowed. "Ah for f'ck sake!!! When is this going to stop!?!!!'

Well, it stopped the day I realised I'd let myself get to that point. And nowadays, when I feel like I want to stop this new lifestyle, I just remember her.

So I'm doing the cycle for Breakthrough Cancer Research, because if there's ever going to be a hope that maybe a future Chris doesn't have to lose a parent like that, then it's worth the donation.

So please donate. They will appreciate the funds and a future Chris won't bother the crap out of his friends for donations, or at least, he'll have to have a different story because he won't have lost his parent.