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Hello there everyone, and welcome to my blog (hats off to 'Blogging for Dummies' for teaching this dummy how to....you know!).

I am overweight; make that very overweight. I think the technical term is 'morbidly obese'....ouch! Over the last few years I have had a few health warning shots, enough to make me realise that although there is nothing going on with my health that can't be reversed; my time is running out to do something about it before something really bad happens.

So this is my journey to health, and the plan is an ambitious one. I want to lose weight, and I want to get fitter; fit enough to run the Manchester 10k in May of 2012, fit enough to run a half marathon towards the end of 2012, and then fit enough to run the London Marathon in 2013, where the blogging journey will end at the finish line down the Mall.

I write this in the hope that the words and thoughts of both myself and readers can inspire me when the journey gets difficult, then hopefully people can be inspired by my story; believing that the most difficult journey is possible.

I make a promise to you that I will be honest - if the wheels fall off and I have six pizzas in two days, I will come clean - and I will do my very best. Share it with me.

......Wish me luck!!

Friday, 6 April 2012

It may be the end of Lent, but not the end of the lentils........

Distance trained so far (28.4 miles)

Most people in their course of their lifetime move house three or four times; some people a lot more. How about you?
Well, in my case - if you include university - it is six moves and counting; each usually coming with more than a fair share of stress. Packaging everything up, managing not to forget everything, arranging the transportation, loading and unloading; there is so much to take care of. However, moving is also a positive thing, a feeling of progress, and that empty shell of a house you first move into quickly becomes more familiar when familiar things are put inside it. When I move, certain unique items make 'a' home into 'my' home; pictures on the wall, family photos on a shelf, the stereo playing it's first compact disc in a new 'auditorium', and by far and away the most precious thing that home could never be home without.......the tub of lentils which has loyally accompanied me from Coventry, to London, to Oxford, back to Coventry, and now gazes at me from the top of my fridge just north of Manchester.........

Lionels the lentils (all with the same name, how amazing is that?!!) have become old friends over the years since the carrot (and lentil!) made so long ago (I confess that some of the Lionels lost their lives in the midst of that delicious dish, but it was all in a good cause). However, I now know, the time has come.......
It's one of Wee-Ali's recent comments on eating more protein which has now persuaded me to part company with the lovely little pulses; plus I am well aware that it really is not healthy to become so attached to - and yes, even name - a foodstuff. According to the aforementioned nutritional guru, lentils are a good source of protein (who knew?.........okay, probably everyone but me!), one of several things in which I am deficient. The trouble is, I have not the slightest clue of what to do with them, and the recipe for carrot curry is long gone.
So please, help me boost my protein levels, and rid myself of what could be the most antique lentils (lentiques?) in the country (they don't go off do they?)! Any recipes would be greatly appreciated, but at the very least tell me what to do with them; they would be a bit crunchy to be eating them raw! I think I need to soak them, but beyond that I am a blank canvas when it comes to lentil cuisinery.......

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