I really thought I had pushed it too far this week. Over the last fortnight I have been eating okay but not totally naughty-free, and yet still managed to lose a total of two pounds; it is inevitable therefore that my diet is going to get even less naughty-free to see how far I can go before my luck runs out. It is with some surprise therefore that I give you the good news of another pound off (here comes the science.....15 stone 7.8 to 15 stone 6.8, rounding up to a current weight of 15 stone 7 pounds, got it?!).
There were no takeaways, but I distinctly remember the re-introduction of margarine blobs to my diet (they have been away for a long time.....great name for a Doctor Who Episode....Attack Of The Blobs!!); particularly in a rather delicious meal which consisted primarily of mashed potato with so much marg in there it could well have been the main ingredient. I exaggerate.......although thinking about it, possibly I don't!......but you get the gist. I was also over at Mums last weekend and we had our customary not-the-healthiest-thing-in-the-world Marks and Sparks tea and custard tart for afters. All in all, not a very bad boy; but hardly good!
What I can't quite work out is that I am still taking it a bit easier at the gym. Granted I am still knocking off the best part of 30km for the week, but it is a lot less than I was running in the build up to the Great North, and yet it seems to be easier to lose the weight.
I say again that there appear to be physical changes occurring. I'm trying not to overthink it - it's working, just leave it alone and let it happen Blaydon; oroit?!! - but my hunger levels have increased (stronger and more often) so it makes me think that the body has finally given up trying to fight what I am doing; deciding to help more and hinder less. As always, it doesn't really matter why; what matters is the little digital read out which is telling me good news.
The 15 stone mark is going to be an interesting milestone for a couple of reasons. First of all, the last time I was a fourteenstonesomethinger was at secondary school (over two decades ago); it is hard to believe I can turn the metaphorical clock back that far. The second reason is that it will commence the road-running (meep-meep....you think I could get hold of a Wile E Coyote running vest? better still I need to find a running friend, then they can run about 100m ahead of me and wear a Roadrunner vest! I really do need to stop thinking sometimes don't I.....? now you have no idea what I was saying at the start of these brackets do you?...read it again and ignore the brackets this time) phase of training for London. I just about got away with doing all my running on the treadmill for Manchester and Newcastle, but my body has to get used to pounding pavements if I am going to manage doing that for the best part of 5 hours.
Over the next half stone loss ('ark at me, talking about losing half a stone now like it's shelling peas!) I'll be putting together a program of running to take me all the way to April; incorporating road running on a Sunday morning. Until then I'll just keep knocking the kilometres out in the gymmmy gym gym.
Before I go; a quick shout out to June (I do not believe that she is actually busting out all over, although the Red Cross are standing by) who has become a new acquaintance (dare I say friend?!) and occasional running mate at the gym. It turns out she did the Great Manchester Run this year too, and is now back in training; working up to the Blackpool half marathon; running for Leukaemia Research. A lovely lady (Christ, that makes it sound like she is in her 70's....if she is then she looks flippin' good for it). We exchanged our 'why the bejesus are we doing this' stories and she ended up asking me for advice......ME?!!..... ...OFFERING ADVICE ON RUNNING?!!.......WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM, AN EXPERT?!!!!! Nevertheless, I gave her the benefit of my experience and tried to sound like I knew what I was talking about (speak with conviction and noone will ever suspect your talking bol.....derdash). She also said she had told her friend and hubby about a guy she'd met at the gym - a fellow runner - who was a real inspiration; I genuinely did not twig that she was talking about me!
Her race is on April 7th; a fortnight before mine. I sense a bit of joint celebrating come end of April!!
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