Weigh in (89)......(30 days)

Thirty days to go.....and I still haven't got it right. Good God I am SO bad at this. It's two pounds on and now back to my old favourite of 15 stone 10 pounds (9.6 actually;  that makes me feel sooooo much better, like hell). It's like an old friend......that I never really liked but seem to be stuck with, and they won't leave me alone.

It is plain and simple; the diet I am currently on is just not working. It is one which I think should work, but time after time I am proving myself wrong. I have to do more; I just have to do better, it's not good enough. Twenty six miles is an awful long way, but it is going to feel a whole lot easier if I can get some more stuffing weight off. It is not just one thing; it seems to be lots of niggly wiggly things......too much for breakfast... ...biscuits in the hotel room......too much bread back at home....who knows? I know if I can keep it tight and maintain the exercise levels then the results will go my way. Talking about it is really easy may I say; it's the actual doing it that appears to be the problem.

I refuse to get maudlin, but it is such an easy trap to fall into; the closest I have ever got to saying 'What do I have to do???!' Not going to say it though (pretend I just didn't). There is still time to put things right. Losing weight is going to have long term benefits way beyond the marathon, but it's safe to say that the race itself is proving a strong, short-term incentive.

Weirdly enough, despite the result, I still feel really good; strong, alert, in control (which considering my life at the moment is a mini-miracle in itself). Maybe there is some truth in the old muscle weighs more than fat theory, and if my legs are anything to go by that might be the reason for putting on weight (I'm a lean, mean, leggit machine). Anyhoo; whether truth there be or truth there be not, I need to get weight off. Even a couple of pounds might make all the difference to my chances of finishing the marathon (always preferred Double-Deckers myself; have I cracked that joke yet??) and still being able to walk.

You must be getting tired of the 'this week I REALLY have to make it happen' speech; and to be honest so am I. Come on Adrian; don't talk, just do. Four weeks, that's all I have to maintain focus for and then I can take a break from it all (not completely returning to old nasty habits, but possibly popping in to see them for a quick cup of lard.....errrrr.......tea); it really will all be worth it.

Won't it????