Curiouser and curiouser.......not totally sure what is going on here, but if the scales are to be believed, I have gone from 17 stone 2.6 pounds, to 16 stone 12.4 pounds. This is a rounding-up loss of 5 pounds, and an actual loss of 4.2 pounds. Go figure.......
Without doubt, this is great news, but I am not totally convinced that there has been consistency over the last few weeks weigh-ins. Either last week's was wrong going too high, or this week's is going too low. I did expect to lose some weight, but nowhere near this amount. Possibly the build-up to the weigh in is significant; last Tuesday was a particularly lazy day with no exercise, whereas this week was a good hour on the Wii Fit (I did have a badminton match, but it was cancelled). It is still a surprise, especially considering the trip to TGI Fridays I made on Saturday night (maybe chicken fajitas aren't quite as unhealthy as I thought).
Next week will be the clincher. If I have a good week, and am in the 16 stone somethings I can be more confident in the reading, if I am back up to 17 stone plus, it may be time to buy a new set of scales!
And no, this is not just a procrastination to get my running shoes on and start my training.....honest!! I promise that if next Tuesday ties-in with yesterday, I will start the slogging; and much to a certain persons relief I will be ditching the banner picture in favour of one much more in-keeping with the situation!
The bottom line is, weight has been lost; and that is what I am here to do; YAY!
Wednesday 30 November 2011
Thursday 24 November 2011
Weigh in (23)
This slope is starting to feel a little slippery; not a great week. I am now weighing in at 17 stone 2.6. Unofficially that is a gain of 2.2 pounds, but frustratingly having to obey the rounding-up, rounding-down rules takes me from 17 stone, to 17 and 3 pounds. CRAP!!
I did a bit of soul-searching last night. Obeying the rules which have seen me get this far just seems to be so much harder at the moment, and I don't know why; it's pissing me off and making me angry at myself. I am still positive, and I can categorically say that the results of my weigh in have never been a surprise. I have just been struggling to exercise enough, and eat the right things; that is the bottom line.
So what secrets has this soul-searching uncovered? Well, not a lot to be honest. The task ahead of me is simple, and the way to achieve it is also simple. Two things however have upset my status quo quite a bit over the last couple of weeks. The first is mercifully temporary; I have a week off work this week, the build-up to which - as well as the week itself - has meant a pretty sedentary time of late. The second is going to be a more long term thing, and is probably bears the greatest responsibility for the last couple of week's slippage; Christmas.
Yes yes yes; I know. Christmas is over a month away; but let me introduce you to an Adrian Christmas. It begins with a ridiculously mad amount of preparation, a mad amount of fatigue at the end; and as for the middle, well that's just mad! I won't list all the duties here - at some point either this year or next we will have 'Christmas' as subject of the month! - but suffice it to say, I have to start now if not before.
For some time now I have been worried about Christmas, and the effect it will have on my resolve to chuck fatman for the infinitely more favourable territory of fitman. Of all the associations which are linked to the festive season; salad, exercise and abstinence are not on the list. With temptation and indulgence round every corner like a mugger, what would happen? So, the irony is that before Christmas has even begun, just the worry has de-focused me. I have stopped paying attention to what I have been putting into my body, and I have stopped exercising enough, and yes: I have even stopped posting regularly on here (I am starting to think that this blog is becoming both an indicator, and a lifeline for me). I need to get 'it' back.
I am not going to make a big fuss about it; I am not going to expend any needless energy on screaming and shouting about how things are going to change, I am simply going to get on with it. An hour on the Wii Fit tonight, and a particularly tough badminton match tomorrow night should kick things off; then it's down to me to keep it up over the weekend. There may well be a trip to TGI Fridays on Saturday night, tricky! Whatever the result on Tuesday - even if I put on weight again - I intend to be looking back on a much more positive and focused week.
I did a bit of soul-searching last night. Obeying the rules which have seen me get this far just seems to be so much harder at the moment, and I don't know why; it's pissing me off and making me angry at myself. I am still positive, and I can categorically say that the results of my weigh in have never been a surprise. I have just been struggling to exercise enough, and eat the right things; that is the bottom line.
So what secrets has this soul-searching uncovered? Well, not a lot to be honest. The task ahead of me is simple, and the way to achieve it is also simple. Two things however have upset my status quo quite a bit over the last couple of weeks. The first is mercifully temporary; I have a week off work this week, the build-up to which - as well as the week itself - has meant a pretty sedentary time of late. The second is going to be a more long term thing, and is probably bears the greatest responsibility for the last couple of week's slippage; Christmas.
Yes yes yes; I know. Christmas is over a month away; but let me introduce you to an Adrian Christmas. It begins with a ridiculously mad amount of preparation, a mad amount of fatigue at the end; and as for the middle, well that's just mad! I won't list all the duties here - at some point either this year or next we will have 'Christmas' as subject of the month! - but suffice it to say, I have to start now if not before.
For some time now I have been worried about Christmas, and the effect it will have on my resolve to chuck fatman for the infinitely more favourable territory of fitman. Of all the associations which are linked to the festive season; salad, exercise and abstinence are not on the list. With temptation and indulgence round every corner like a mugger, what would happen? So, the irony is that before Christmas has even begun, just the worry has de-focused me. I have stopped paying attention to what I have been putting into my body, and I have stopped exercising enough, and yes: I have even stopped posting regularly on here (I am starting to think that this blog is becoming both an indicator, and a lifeline for me). I need to get 'it' back.
I am not going to make a big fuss about it; I am not going to expend any needless energy on screaming and shouting about how things are going to change, I am simply going to get on with it. An hour on the Wii Fit tonight, and a particularly tough badminton match tomorrow night should kick things off; then it's down to me to keep it up over the weekend. There may well be a trip to TGI Fridays on Saturday night, tricky! Whatever the result on Tuesday - even if I put on weight again - I intend to be looking back on a much more positive and focused week.
Wednesday 16 November 2011
Weigh in (22)
(SORRY CHAPS AND CHAPPESSES): thought this was published, was writted on 16th November)
Got to say, I'm pretty happy with the result. If you have a peruse of my previous post, you will understand that my expectations of a good outcome were not particularly rosie, and distinctly weedy. Initially I got on the scales to find out I had lost EXACTLY nothing (16 stone 13.8 pounds), then in a fit of utter madness, I re-weighed (big mistake.....BIG.....HUGE.....what was I thinking??!!) and found out than in the space of 30 seconds I had put on a mighty 0.6 pounds!! So the bad news is that I am now unofficially back over 17 stone again (by 0.4 pounds), however the official line is that I am unchanged at 17 dead (hey, I was honest enough to stick to the rules when they worked against me.......!).
I have already mentioned some of the reasons why I haven't lost any weight; but another thing I am noticing is that it is getting more difficult to lose now. Previously I have been able to get away with the odd bit of naughtiness, but now it looks like I am going to have to tighten my belt a bit more (metaphorically) if I am going to be able to tighten my belt a bit more (literally!).
Hopefully the exercise I have done over the last couple of days will contribute to next weeks weigh in, I will be at badminton club night on Friday, and I am also turning trainer as I re-introduce my sister to the wonders of badminton tonight (should be fun!); chuck in another couple of Wii Fit sessions (the obstacle course is SO cool!) and I think I have the exercise portion of the week pretty much covered.
Oh, AND this weekend sees the annual 'putting up of the Christmas lights round the living room at my Mums' day; followed by the annual 'hanging Christmas balls in the corner of said living room' evening. That's also good to work up a bit of a sweat. The not so enjoyable annual 'these stuffing things won't light and I have to test every stuffing bulb to find the duff one, and no matter where I start, it will be the last one' usually comes along at the same time!
The thing is, a Christmas decorating weekend like the one coming up, is subtly hinting at me that the time of great indulgence is coming. Lovely though the holidays are, it is very capable of turning a receding waistline into an expanding one. I am kinda resigned to putting on some weight over Christmas (need to have a think of how I am going to tackle that one), but with over a month to go, I still have the chance to shed some good pounds before the festivities kick off. So it's knuckling down time; let's show this flab what I am made of (NOT flab!).
Got to say, I'm pretty happy with the result. If you have a peruse of my previous post, you will understand that my expectations of a good outcome were not particularly rosie, and distinctly weedy. Initially I got on the scales to find out I had lost EXACTLY nothing (16 stone 13.8 pounds), then in a fit of utter madness, I re-weighed (big mistake.....BIG.....HUGE.....what was I thinking??!!) and found out than in the space of 30 seconds I had put on a mighty 0.6 pounds!! So the bad news is that I am now unofficially back over 17 stone again (by 0.4 pounds), however the official line is that I am unchanged at 17 dead (hey, I was honest enough to stick to the rules when they worked against me.......!).
I have already mentioned some of the reasons why I haven't lost any weight; but another thing I am noticing is that it is getting more difficult to lose now. Previously I have been able to get away with the odd bit of naughtiness, but now it looks like I am going to have to tighten my belt a bit more (metaphorically) if I am going to be able to tighten my belt a bit more (literally!).
Hopefully the exercise I have done over the last couple of days will contribute to next weeks weigh in, I will be at badminton club night on Friday, and I am also turning trainer as I re-introduce my sister to the wonders of badminton tonight (should be fun!); chuck in another couple of Wii Fit sessions (the obstacle course is SO cool!) and I think I have the exercise portion of the week pretty much covered.
Oh, AND this weekend sees the annual 'putting up of the Christmas lights round the living room at my Mums' day; followed by the annual 'hanging Christmas balls in the corner of said living room' evening. That's also good to work up a bit of a sweat. The not so enjoyable annual 'these stuffing things won't light and I have to test every stuffing bulb to find the duff one, and no matter where I start, it will be the last one' usually comes along at the same time!
The thing is, a Christmas decorating weekend like the one coming up, is subtly hinting at me that the time of great indulgence is coming. Lovely though the holidays are, it is very capable of turning a receding waistline into an expanding one. I am kinda resigned to putting on some weight over Christmas (need to have a think of how I am going to tackle that one), but with over a month to go, I still have the chance to shed some good pounds before the festivities kick off. So it's knuckling down time; let's show this flab what I am made of (NOT flab!).
Monday 14 November 2011
Weigh-in Eve
Tricky one this.......veeeeeery tricky. So far this week, the amount of exercise I have done has been.........zip, and to say I am a little anxious about tomorrow's weigh-in would be something of an understatement.
I honestly thought I had done SOMETHING; but going back over the week the last session I had was on the Wii before last Tuesday's weigh-in. I didn't even go to badminton on Friday (wasn't playing in a match, and with only one court available for about 15 people I didn't fancy spending most of my precious Friday night in a perpetual state of thumbtwiddlyness). I just find the week goes by too flippin' quickly; which is a great thing when you have put on weight and are keen to make up for it, not so good when you are on the verge of a 17 stone mile.........stone.......
Foodwise I haven't done too badly, although I seemed to have developed a taste for cinnamon and raisin toasted breakfast bagels; and it doesn't even have to be breakfast. Oh, and I succumbed to a bag (originally typed 'bad'; how's that for a subconscious message!?) of prawn crackers from the Chinese takeaway on Saturday.
As it stands now, if I coast to Tuesdays weigh-in without doing anything, I am sure to put on weight. So it's an hour on the Wii-fit tonight, followed by another hour tomorrow before W-day. Might still put some weight on, but it is sure to lessen the blow considerably. I guess I will find out tomorrow (and you guys on Wednesday morning!)
While I am on here; I am hoping to seek some advice about 'phase two'. This will hopefully drum up some comment from people, as although there are some out there reading me, I am sadly lacking in comment from anyone other than the lady known only as 'Wee-Ali'!........
I honestly thought I had done SOMETHING; but going back over the week the last session I had was on the Wii before last Tuesday's weigh-in. I didn't even go to badminton on Friday (wasn't playing in a match, and with only one court available for about 15 people I didn't fancy spending most of my precious Friday night in a perpetual state of thumbtwiddlyness). I just find the week goes by too flippin' quickly; which is a great thing when you have put on weight and are keen to make up for it, not so good when you are on the verge of a 17 stone mile.........stone.......
Foodwise I haven't done too badly, although I seemed to have developed a taste for cinnamon and raisin toasted breakfast bagels; and it doesn't even have to be breakfast. Oh, and I succumbed to a bag (originally typed 'bad'; how's that for a subconscious message!?) of prawn crackers from the Chinese takeaway on Saturday.
As it stands now, if I coast to Tuesdays weigh-in without doing anything, I am sure to put on weight. So it's an hour on the Wii-fit tonight, followed by another hour tomorrow before W-day. Might still put some weight on, but it is sure to lessen the blow considerably. I guess I will find out tomorrow (and you guys on Wednesday morning!)
While I am on here; I am hoping to seek some advice about 'phase two'. This will hopefully drum up some comment from people, as although there are some out there reading me, I am sadly lacking in comment from anyone other than the lady known only as 'Wee-Ali'!........
Friday 11 November 2011
Perfect Moments - Jodami
I am not in the least embarrassed to admit that I was a bit of a late-starter when it came to matters of love (no........don't worry......it's not 'that' sort of perfect moment!). My character lends itself more to being a great friend, than a great anything else. Not for a second do I consider this a flaw; far from it. I have some of the best and most precious friendships a man could possibly have as a result of it. What it does mean however is that my relationships tend to be of a stealth, where-did-that-come-from-I-didn't-even-know-I-felt-this-way-but-by-gum-I-do nature. They start off as friends, and it comes on so slowly that when the penny (not nearly enough to describe it......let's go with Berlin Wall (quite apt considering this story!)....) drops, it drops so obviously; and you just can't pinpoint the time when you left 'friends' far behind.
In 1993, I was in my first year at University; living in halls. By the time Winter was slowly turning into Spring, I had found my stride, and was very much enjoying the freedom that came with being away from Mum and Dad. Susanne was a foreign (German) student who was studying there for two terms. She understandably knocked about with the 'foreign clique', but for some reason it was a clique to which I got honorary membership (I forget exactly how I managed it, but I think my old friend badminton may have been involved). I distinctly recall the first time I talked to her; she broke the record for 'the fastest person to tell you that she had a boyfriend' by managing it in less than ten seconds! He - Thomas - was back in Germany. The amazing thing was that, of the 'foreign contingent', I talked to her the least! She was very nice, but more than that I couldn't have told you..........
In 1993, I was in my first year at University; living in halls. By the time Winter was slowly turning into Spring, I had found my stride, and was very much enjoying the freedom that came with being away from Mum and Dad. Susanne was a foreign (German) student who was studying there for two terms. She understandably knocked about with the 'foreign clique', but for some reason it was a clique to which I got honorary membership (I forget exactly how I managed it, but I think my old friend badminton may have been involved). I distinctly recall the first time I talked to her; she broke the record for 'the fastest person to tell you that she had a boyfriend' by managing it in less than ten seconds! He - Thomas - was back in Germany. The amazing thing was that, of the 'foreign contingent', I talked to her the least! She was very nice, but more than that I couldn't have told you..........
Wednesday 9 November 2011
Weigh in (21)
I know what you're thinking......did he??.....didn't he???......... I assure you, your hooks will not be nearly as tentered (although to be fair, I do not own any hooks; and even if I did I would not have a clue how to tenter them) as mine were when I got on the scales last night. In answer to your question, I did........and I didn't!
The scales showed a weight of 16 stone, 13.8 pounds. So I have broken the 17 barrier; yay me!! I confess that I did a little dance in the kitchen and there was much whooping, punching of the air and general merry making. At first, I didn't even feel bad at the thought of having to round the figure up to 16 stone 14 pounds ('0.2 pounds in the kitty for next week' I said to myself)..........
The scales showed a weight of 16 stone, 13.8 pounds. So I have broken the 17 barrier; yay me!! I confess that I did a little dance in the kitchen and there was much whooping, punching of the air and general merry making. At first, I didn't even feel bad at the thought of having to round the figure up to 16 stone 14 pounds ('0.2 pounds in the kitty for next week' I said to myself)..........
Thursday 3 November 2011
Subject of the Month - Perfect Moments
A perfect moment; have you ever had one? If you are answering 'no' to that question, then that's a load of bunkum. Think a bit harder, and I dearly hope you will find not one; but many. I am talking about those moments which go beyond 'good' to something that you know - as it is happening - you will be able to remember with perfect clarity for the rest of your life (in a good way). Moments when the cosmic tumblers of the universe click into place, (nicked a bit of that from 'Field of Dreams'. I'm not that erudite, sorry! (although I have used a word like erudite, not bad (oh crap....too many brackets now....!!!))) just for you, to show you what joys life can bring. I have decided to share mine with you....
Wednesday 2 November 2011
Weigh in (20)
Twenty weeks!
By jove, by gum and by jingo (sorry, bit of a Famous Five moment there) it's been a funny week this week. Weighed in late last week due to a business trip down to London, badminton match on Friday, up until 3am looking at fireworks (don't ask) on t'internet Friday night, on the road Saturday morning at 7am to drive down to Oxford; Halloween party with eighteen kids (frightening!!......oh the irony.....), then on the road to drive to Sheffield, pick up said fireworks, then home, to sit in the corner of my bedroom in the dark, rocking back and forth while saying words like 'wibble'.
Amazingly I got to Sunday night feeling pretty chipper; surprising everyone around me, and myself. Since then it has been one, long, out-of-body experience. The physical self has been going through the motions (going to work, going home, sleeping......) but in actual fact I don't think my spiritual self has got out of bed yet. My eyelids feel like they have lead weights attached to them! I don't think it is entirely the weeks exertions, as I feel that sniffly feeling which is enough to make you feel a bit pooped, but not nearly enough to justify being off work; that can't help.......
By jove, by gum and by jingo (sorry, bit of a Famous Five moment there) it's been a funny week this week. Weighed in late last week due to a business trip down to London, badminton match on Friday, up until 3am looking at fireworks (don't ask) on t'internet Friday night, on the road Saturday morning at 7am to drive down to Oxford; Halloween party with eighteen kids (frightening!!......oh the irony.....), then on the road to drive to Sheffield, pick up said fireworks, then home, to sit in the corner of my bedroom in the dark, rocking back and forth while saying words like 'wibble'.
Amazingly I got to Sunday night feeling pretty chipper; surprising everyone around me, and myself. Since then it has been one, long, out-of-body experience. The physical self has been going through the motions (going to work, going home, sleeping......) but in actual fact I don't think my spiritual self has got out of bed yet. My eyelids feel like they have lead weights attached to them! I don't think it is entirely the weeks exertions, as I feel that sniffly feeling which is enough to make you feel a bit pooped, but not nearly enough to justify being off work; that can't help.......