This is pretty much the first "normal" weekend we've had since we got back from France at the end of June.What with stag and hen nights, weekends in London, cake preparation (and the associated fall-out) and the wedding itself last week, it's been nice to just sit on my backside and do sweet Felicity Arkwright for a while.
In a way it's funny; at the start of this I said I'd be keen to do regular exercise to help with the weight loss. It's fair to say I've done nothing formal in the exercise line at all. I'm spectacularly knackered, though - I suspect that I need to work on my stamina a little. If normal existence is tiring me out then I definitely have some issues.
So what impact is this lifestyle having on the numbers, I hear you ask?
Another two pounds off from last week, makes a loss of 13 in total. I'm truly amazed (and delighted) by this. But why the surprise?
I'll let you all into a little secret. I weighed myself after I came back from the wedding last week. I know. It's wrong. I should only do it once a week. But I wanted to see what damage a weekend of debauchery would do.
It turns out I'd put on five pounds in 48 hours. I was a worried man and was about to break out the Leonard Cohen and Nick Cave albums. They're the perfect choice for the busy depressive.
But it seems that being sensible since then has allowed me to get back on track. I'm getting close to my first milestone and feeling much better.
Thanks for asking.
5 comments:
Five pounds in 48 hours? I don't know whether to congratulate you on a job well done or just sit here in awe.
When I put my mind to it, I can add weight and girth at a rate that would make a Giant Redwood envious.
Obviously, you have to imagine trees capable of sentient thought and emotion for that statement to work, but you get the general idea.
I hear the Himalayas are positively green with envy. Here they are, expending a lot of energy developing mass with the plate tectonics program and there you are...simply lifting a cheeseburger to your mouth. Sometimes the obvious methods are the best. Take note of that, Everest.
I've always found the Himalayas to be haters, to be honest. They're like, "Ooh, look at us, we're so much more ambitious than the Andes."
It's an ugly way of being, I'm sad to say. And I don't say that about every mountain range. So I'm afraid I'll treat their envy with just a little schadenfreude.
Now, the Appalachians, that's a different matter. They've always been interested in me as a person.
The Appalachians are thoughtful like that. They're into sending "Thinking of You" greeting cards, quiet evenings at home, and exchanging homemade Christmas gifts. They'll even give you the shirt off their collective backs in times of need.
If only more mountain ranges would follow their example, well, there would be no need for the UN.
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