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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!!

Thursday, 14 February 2013

Thank 'eavens; For Little.......Sat Navs!!

....66 days and regretfully still counting......(why don't these numbers go UP for a change??)

Hell on the roads!! I've been extremely lucky lately with journeys to and from work; it was really only a matter of time before the motorways conspired against me; even the local radio traffic reports helped for a change.

So what was three and a half hours became four and a half. Might have been longer though, if it hadn't been for the glorious Tomtom function of 'avoid part of route' which diverted me away from the trouble. Okay; it diverted me away from trouble into more trouble, but the latter trouble was not quite as troublesome as the former. There comes a point where all you can do is sit there, crank up the music, and crawl along (okay Mr and Mr. Pedantic, I would like to clarify that I was not actually crawling) with the rest of the cars wishing they were somewhere else (okay Mr and Mrs Pedantic; the drivers were wishing, not the cars!).

Having said this, no matter how bad it gets, I always take comfort in the fact that there is one thing worse than being stuck in traffic (something of which I have bitter experience); and that is taking a wrong turn onto the motorway, THEN hitting stationary traffic while going in the WRONG DIRECTION......and looking at the clear-as-a-shiny-new-pin lanes on the other side (where you want to be going). The polite word you are looking for is 'vexing'; the not so polite word, well that is too much for your beautiful ears so I will spare you.

Nervous about the weigh in tomorrow. I've been putting on weight now for too many weeks. Previously, losing weight was important, and although gaining was 'a shame' it was something I could bounce back from. This time it's different; I actually NEED to lose weight. My knees and ankles are living on borrowed time, and if I can't turn this around the fears I've talked about of one Sunday run being a mile too far are going to come true.

Hark at me: sounding defeatist before the results are even in. Less Englebert Humperdinck, more Bucks Fizz please........

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