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2014 and the Healthening Strikes Back

2014 and the Healthening Strikes Back

Happy new year!

 

Yes, it’s that time again, where we celebrate the cycle of the year. 365 days passed since last time. Gadzooks!

Cycles are deeply ingrained in us. I don’t mean bicycles, though they can get pretty deeply ingrained as well, especially on a bumpy road. As the world turns and the seasons change, our attitudes and fortunes ebb and flow. Time changes everything, even while history repeats itself.

The Healthening – 29/03/12

Oh, March, you are a vile temptress. Holidays, anniversaries- all the things that make more food go in than normal. Yes, I have slipped again, but not awfully so. I’ve still managed to lose weight, just took longer!

The lovely sunniness has finally arrived in the UK, which inevitably means more exercise. The whole thing is just far more palatable when the outside isn’t wet. Walking is totally doable.

So, I aim to enter April with a new resolve- no more slips. Takeaways and such will be kept few and far between. My birthday will undoubtedly involve something nommy- but that’s allowed, god damn you.

As the sun comes out, the tops come off. Some would be disheartened by the array of thin blokes wandering around topless, but not I. We must remember that they look stupid. I may be rounder, but at least I don’t look like I’m off to find a gypsy wedding (big, fat or otherwise).

 

Weigh-in:

Weight at end of month three: 14 stone, 6 pounds (202 pounds)

A stone and a half loss from the start of January! More or less on track.

 

[sociable]

The Healthening – 17/02/12

Salebriations!

Yeah, so, this happened:

 

This time, I’m going to avoid imparting any more information from the BHF grimoire. I have wrapped it in chains and hidden it from human sight.

Here I stand in the second month of dieting; am I a gleaming Adonis?

No.

Actually, I haven’t made much progress in the last few weeks. There have been… slip ups.

Being left to my own devices for a couple of weekends, I gave in to my laziness and partook in not one but two takeaways, followed by a hearty calorific meal for Valentine’s Day. Frankly this is no surprise; my willpower is no endless reservoir but more like a puddle on a hot day.

Having said that, I still kept up my calorie counting. So I at least know how much I screwed up.

Gym? No. Walking? Not a lot. Yeah, it’s been one of those months.

I’m determined to get back on track, so as of today, I’m getting my routine back in line. One starts to wonder just how much of life is little more than habit and routine. The things we eat, the things we do, the times we wake and sleep and so on. Routine is effectively down to willpower, within a framework of… well, work. My hours are a floppy mess which helps not one jot, but I’m going to be taking a look at my daily comings and goings and trying to adopt a more uniform, disciplined approach. This may mean getting up before the sun reaches the yard arm, or whatever.

It ain’t all doom and/or gloom. Despite my slips, I haven’t put any weight back on; so all I’ve done is slow my progress. I just need to get back on track. It isn’t a race, after all, unless you count racing against the proverbial ticking clock of mortality.

Back to the fruit.

 

Weigh-in of shame:

Weight at week two: 15 stone, 2 pounds (212 pounds)

A loss of 12 pounds from the start of January! Not so bad, right?