When it comes to keeping in shape, it is not only women who are pushing themselves to extremes these days.
Yes, men should be encouraged to take care of themselves but personally a ‘perfect’ body does nothing for me.
Give me a fat man any day of the week.
Obviously there are different degrees of ‘fat’ and morbid obesity isn’t something I would add to my ‘list of top 10 turn-ons’, but a man with a bit of meat on his bones, one who wobbles just a little bit and doesn’t have a six pack (or doesn’t care that he doesn’t have a six pack) yes, that’s sexy.
It’s sexy because it says his attitude is more ‘Who gives a s**t’ than ‘Is that gluten free?’ and that he has got better things to do with his life than pump iron at 5am every morning in the gym.
He’s the man who orders steak and chips and polishes off the lot, drinks macchiatos at midnight and Shiraz at midday.
He doesn’t care what people think or have the faintest idea what a BMI is, let alone his own.
Granted, over-indulgence isn’t healthy and he’s unlikely to make the cover of Men’s Fitness Magazine anytime soon, but when a man enjoys his food, embraces excess and prioritizes the good life over a two hour run every morning, it’s smokin’ hot.
Fat men are likely to be good in bed too.
Ok, there might be a bit more puffing and panting, but when I’m in bed with a man I want to enjoy myself and let go.
I don’t want a man who is more interested in how many calories an hour of shagging burns over whether I have an orgasm or who is ‘grossed out’ by the fact my gluts aren’t rock solid and I have a bit of cellulite (oh the horror!)
I want a man who say’s ‘f**k that – Let’s get naked!’ and takes his appetite for indulgence beyond just the dinner table.
And then there’s the total opposite, the ‘body beautiful’ gym addict – a shiny, wax doll variety of man.
A man who has ‘tribal’ tattoos, highlights once a fortnight, makes strange grunting noises to himself in front of the gym mirror and … spray tans during winter *shudders*.
This man will pump, flex and polish. He’ll aspire to be an extra on TOWIE, drink vodka and slimline tonic and pass on the bar snacks.
He wouldn’t dream of dating a girl bigger than a size 8, thinks Botox makes women beautiful and religiously commits to a ‘no carbs’ diet five months before his annual summer holiday in Ibiza.
Avoid this man.
He will make you feel s**t about yourself and turn your bedsheets orange.
If you’re still having doubts about super-sizing, take it from me, a man who knows how to eat well knows how to eat well – and I’m not talking burgers.
What more encouragement do you need?