What is the collective pronoun (pride of lions, murder of crows etc) for a group of weigh-ins? Let me see.....I know......henceforth it shall be known as a 'creak'; there we have it, a creak of weigh ins.
I assure you that I have still been keeping up the Tuesday night routine, but just haven't got around to writing about them. No excuses; it wasn't like I was busy doing anything else.....ahem. This will hopefully be the one and only creak you get, but in actual fact having three results immediately following a run has been interesting.......
Tuesday 18th September
Two days after the run, and either I was a particularly naughty boy (well, I always am, but in this case with regards only to what I am eating), or the physical effects of a half marathon tend to have echoes far beyond the finish line. Weighed in at a whopping 16 stone 1 pound; representing a gain of five pounds?!!! I honestly did not know what to make of it; granted I did tuck into a particularly creamy spaghetti carbonararahurrah on pre-race Saturday, and my post-race diet was something along the lines of Mr. Creosote (there's a pop culture reference for you, who gets it and who has to look it up?!!) but nothing I could think of could explain a weight gain of that magnitude.
To be honest I was still in the midst of 'I DID IT!!' Euphoria not so much as two hoots were given. Confidence was high that whatever damage done could be undone; plus with over half a year between Great North and a potential (if application successful) London Marathon I had plenty of time to lose the gained weight and do enough training regardless of a week or two of nutritional hedonism.
Tuesday 25th September
This did not bode well. Following on from the previous week's result my diet was quite frankly disgusting (tell it like it is Blaydon......thank you, I will!). As I recall, Tuesday night consisted of home-delivered pizza......oh no, not one; there was a two for one deal on 12 inchers......and I may have thrown in a large cheesey chips for good measure (would it help if I said that the pizzas were thin crust??.....nope?......I would say it was worth a try, but it wasn't even that was it?!! how about if I said that I didn't eat all the pizzas??......mind you, I did finish them off the following morning for breakfast.....). There was definitely a Chinese takeaway in there, and my not so usual these days trip down the road for fish, large chips, meat and potato pie, large peas and regular curry sauce (not to mention about half a loaf of bread.......oh......I just did mention it!). So it's fair to say that when it came to food, I was very much in the debit column. Things did not fare any better for exercise; the week directly following the run I was on holiday from both work, and from the gym; so my days by and large consisted of getting up, having breakfast, sitting down on the sofa, having lunch, having dinner (see above), getting up, going to bed. I absolutely LOVED it, but it did no good for my chances of losing weight. The only positives I could take as I popped on the scales were a badminton match on the Friday, and a first trip back to the gym a few hours before weigh in. I was prepared for the worst.
So could somebody please tell me how I ended up weighing in at 15 stone 9 pounds?!!!! This officially takes me from the biggest weight gain the previous week to the biggest weight loss....six pounds?!!!
You know I mentioned weird physical effects of running a half marathon? It's got to be that hasn't it? My poor body did not have a clue whether it was coming or going, or walking or running. I am guessing that this represents a 'back to normal' weight. Nevertheless it still remains a six pound loss, so yay!
Tuesday 2nd October
Bringing us right up to speed this week, and back on track....sort of. No social badminton on the Friday (fell asleep at 7pm and that was that until gone 9), but fully restored to the usual routine of three trips to the gym; nothing too strenuous, but a nice 12km on Sunday...sweatilicious! So no problem with the exercise levels. Was a fairly good boy with what I was eating; I confess my sin and am prepared for my penance (eating raw carrots?) for eating another Chinese takeaway, but other than that I couldn't find any major straying from 'the path'. With all the to-ing and fro-ing of the past I was just looking for either breaking even; or I even settling for a SMALL gain (not five pounds, that would be classed as a BLOODY HUGE gain). Big surprise and big smiles therefore that I am now an official 15 stone 7.8! Chalk another one pound off the totalizer. Although this challenge was started in the high 18 stones, my heaviest has been 19 stone 7; 0.8 more pounds and that amounts to 4 stone. Happening as gradually as it has, it is hard to believe that I am no longer lugging round that sort of poundage.
For the sake of the blog however it will not be an officially official four stone until I get down to (let me check Weigh in (1) and Weigh in (3), and add the number that I first thought of.....) 14 stone 11 pounds. Getting closer!
Since last Tuesday, I have been noticing changes. My usual routine of bagel in the morning followed by cup-a-soup for lunch and a regular meal in the evening is just not cutting it at the moment. I am rumbly-in-my-tumbly starving way before the next meal. Previously I have managed fine, but I am starting to wonder whether I would benefit from slightly more adventurous breakfasts to get me through the day. I have no desire to eat badly, but maybe I just need to eat a bit more. I'm no nutritionist but I am thinking it might have something to do with metabolism....that's usually the word people use when they can't explain what their body is doing isn't it?!!
I'm not going to dwell on it much; whatever I am doing has got me feeling good, and still losing weight. If it ain't broke.......!
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