WITH the exception of that Benjamin Button chap, none of us are getting any younger.

And while, at just a few months away from my 30th birthday, I’m hardly geriatric, I have begun to notice the increasing signs of age in recent years.

The end of my twenties has brought with it an increasingly receding hairline, expanding waistline and, most shockingly, a significantly decreased tolerance for alcohol.

I wouldn’t say my dietary or exercise habits have changed significantly over the past few years so it seems my body has decided I’m not young anymore and maybe a diet based primarily on pizza isn’t the most sensible course of action.

Luckily, it’s not too late to make a change. I’m well aware that losing weight, increasing fitness and so on is only going to get harder as I get older, so making a few lifestyle changes now will, hopefully, be much easier than it will five or ten years down the line.

So, firstly, I’ve put myself on an actual, proper keeping-a-close-track-of-everything-you-eat diet.

This has proved much more gruelling than I expected, with keeping myself feeling full easily the hardest part. While I’ve always eaten a decent amount of fruit, the amount of money I’ve spent in Housewives Choice in Church Street has increased dramatically.

But this only goes so far without exercise. While I’ve been going to the gym on a reasonably regular basis for years, I find myself deciding I’m much more comfortable curled up in front of the telly or with a book far too often, so this is where I need not only a change of lifestyle, but also a change of attitude.

By complete coincidence, it’s apparently Men’s Health Week.

According to health experts, those of us of the less fair sex are apparently generally less inclined to take care of ourselves, for reasons far too varied to go into here.

Sadly, the one thing I can’t do anything about is my hairline.

While I do still have a fairly decent head of hair, it is getting increasingly thinner and, if the other men in my family are anything to go by, it probably won’t be too long before I don’t need shampoo any more.

Still, at least I’ll be able to start going to fancy dress parties as Kojak.