Weigh in (83)

....72 days and counting....

Hmmmm, head officially being scratched; it's 15 stone 9, UP to 15 stone 11 pounds. 2 pounds on. Annoyed? Well.....yes actually. Don't worry though; it's not you, it's me.

It seems I am having to re-learn nutrition around the new routine as it's still clearly not right. A week in which I run over twenty miles (five of which were right before the weigh in) and still not losing weight?!!!

So what is happening? Okay, a four pound loss like last week might be as unnatural as the big gains I've had and almost ignored; so this might be classed as a 'settling down'. Clutching at straws much? It just seems like the results are fluctuating way too much lately. So here's what I'm going to do.....

Eat breakfast - for much of this week I admit, I have not. Is it really that much of a big deal that your digestive system needs to wake up when you do? (breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, dinner like a pauper and all that). If the not having breakfast is a significant factor in gaining weight, then that would explain a lot!

Eat lunch - hmmmmm, the penny might be slowly starting to drop. The no breakfast thing was this week combined with running out of cup-a-soups at work. So you know the whole king-prince-pauper thing? Well it's been more like 'breakfast like a pauper, lunch like a pauper, dinner like an uber-king' I'm not sure that this is the perfect recipe for weight loss.

So positives.......positives?......to be honest I really can't think of any....

......HE LIED......!!

I'm still feeling good! An eleven mile big run up and down the rolling hills of Lancashire, on marathon training schedule. Plus the weight does not seem to be causing too much of a problem for the knees and ankles. Not only this, work is going well, with body and mind managing well through the 4 hour commuting on a Monday morning.

So it is going to be some fine tweaking next week; upping the long run to twelve miles this Sunday. Surely the amount of exercise I am doing now should be more than enough compensation for the odd tricky meal? If next Friday is bad news then I'm in such trouble; the like of which I have not experienced since lying about my history homework to Mr. Mitchell; I was a very, VERY bad boy.

One thing is for sure; it's going to be a nervy one!