Weigh in (39)

Distance trained so far (17.8 miles)
Why do I feel I am about to receive the collective anger of the entire readership (both of you) when I say I have put two pounds on? You don't need to say anything, I can just feel it. Now weighing in at 16 stone 13 pounds. Frustrating though it still is, do you want to hear something weird...?.....I don't feel too bad about it!!
No, I have not ceased to care about losing weight (quite the opposite), but I - like anyone else who has read the previous post - kind of expected this outcome (no-exercise-means-no-losey-weighty is a fairly elemental concept). So where is the positivity coming from.......?

Well for starters, I won a victory last night on the way home from work. In the morning it was 'definitely going to the gym'; in the afternoon it was 'absolutely definitely categorically irrefutably (aren't thesauruses - thesauri? - wonderful things?!!) going to the gym', then on the drive home began the battle of wills. You know those cartoons and films where there is an angel and a devil on opposite shoulders trying to convince the guy to do something good/bad (respectively!)? Well my drive home was like that, the only differences being that on the one shoulder there was a guy in shorts, t-shirt, running shoes and a headband (kind of like the 118 118 adverts), and on the other was a couch potato with his belly hanging over his trousers, holding a kebab in one hand and a lager in the other. The battle went on for some time - with 118 encouraging me to push past the lethargy and negativity, and fatty kebaberson telling me to stuff it and go home as the football is on - and when I hit heavy traffic about ten minutes from home I thought the battle was lost (by 118); but something in me rallied and I made it to the gym. Like so many things you don't look forward to; getting there is not half the battle, it's all of it!
It can't be denied though; I am stuck in a late 16 stone rut at the moment; and although I am still confident of making it 10km in a couple of months, my knees and ankles are not going to thank me and could be damaged to an extent to endanger the runs to come. I HAVE to lose weight. So this is what I am planning. The regular posts will be on here (weigh in, progress reports, general waffle about nothing in particular), but for the next couple of weeks I intend to document everything I eat and drink, and every bit of exercise I do in daily posts. I hope this will be a way to identify and focus on exactly what I am doing to my body, as well as being an incentive not to eat like a pig if I have to divulge it to all of you....and myself. At the end of the week it will also serve as a record of what I have been up to (and armed with the same information as me, come Monday night you can have a guess at how much I will lose/gain in the next days weigh in!).
It does make me laugh, as my earliest impression of blogs and tweets were, and I quote 'what a load of bunkum; it's just full of people saying what they had for breakfast and what colour boxers they will be wearing today; an utter waste of time'. This now makes me a hemi-hypocrite!
I also have a new incentive to lose weight, an incentive which I know is not something exclusive to me; I am calling it the 'reunion syndrome'. I can't believe it, but this year marks the twentieth anniversary of the commencement of university 'education' (using the term very loosely), and the week after the Great Manchester run I am off to a barbeque with all the friends, acquaintances and Gavin I had the pleasure of getting to know there (sorry Gav, couldn't resist). I know they wouldn't give a monkeys if I wandered in the same size I was when they last saw me, but it would be kinda nice to look and feel at my best and fittest. It's a bit shallow I know, but one thing I am certainly learning is that a lighter me means a happier me, and a happier me will mean a happier them, and a happier them will mean a happier me, and a happier me will mean........you get the idea. I'm not setting myself a target weight by the time of the get together, but conceivably I could be below 16 stone by then; a nice thought to say the least!