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The Healthening – 03/05/12

Hi mortals!

After the dreaded birthday month, weigh-in time came with much apprehension.

The target for my weight loss was, roughly, 2 stones for 4 months. I started out fast, but slowed considerably through late March and April, as my resolve plummeted like a North Korean missile.

The result… today I weighed in at 14 stones, having lost 2 stones over 4 months. Bingo and/or Disco!

Well, I was as surprised as you, but heavily chuffed. I’m on target, pretty much, though it is becoming increasingly clear that I will have to step up the exercise elements in order to keep up this rate of loss. I currently only do one, maybe two workouts a week- hoping that the arrival of Kinect into my life will remedy that.

As for my diet, well… it’s not great. Having said that, I have done pretty much what I set out to do: I have lowered my portions massively without changing my habits too much. Bear in mind that I wanted to achieve the idle man’s weight loss program… how do you like that, gym androids?

I still eat the same rubbish, just within limits; cheese, crisps, occasional takeaways and all the rest. I haven’t adopted much in the way of healthy eating, except for a bit more veg and much less Coke. While this leaves room for improvement, it has still been effective and satisfactory.

Basically, not much ‘healthening’ going on, but I have lost weight and feel better, without busting too many of my balls. I can start doing more revolutionary things at a later date.

Until then, om nom nom.

 

Weigh-in:

Weight at end of month four: 14 stone (196 pounds)

Very much on track!

[sociable]

Marchlands

Knock, knock.

“Come in, dearie, there’s a coney stew on the fire for a hungry traveller,” croaks the old bint.

The door creaks; a waft of stew and smoke, of damn timbers and urine greets your questing nostrils.

Inside the cabin, the old woman stirs the stew pot, her ropey arms turning slow circles beneath a tattered old shawl.

You enter and sit. She turns, peers at you shrewdly.

“Take your boots of, you great big tart,” she orders.

You cannot; they are nailed to your feet. You struggle with them, hopping around, only to fall into the firepit and be scalded to death by coney stew.

The last thing you see is a boiling hot carrot lancing into your face.

 

In other words, it’s March. I’m on holiday for a week, but busy with various things:

1. Nan’s Birthday. Looking forward to seeing Nan. Shame she’s in a home instead of her own home, but needs must. She’s also hard as nails.

2. Seven year anniversary of me and Becki togetherorisity. Holy steam cotton! Where to go, what to do? Peak District, mayhaps?

3. Try to remember when my car insurance is up and not fail to sort that out.

4. As much writing as I can handle. Chiefly, organising my shorts (ho ho) into a compilation. Editing, editing, editing, and possibly writing one new one.
So I’m going to be busy. Still, it’s well sunny. Good times. Annoyingly I have a cold and sore throat and some kind of jaw pain, but they are passing.

I also weighed myself today and hadn’t lost any for the first time since January the 1st. A quirk of daily weight fluctuation, or a marker of the point where I have to work much harder to lose weight?

I suppose I’ll find out next week.

Peace be with you all.

Bearded, wordsmith the.

Neil Gaiman has damn good taste…

Well, this happened on Twitter.

I made a shameless self plug of my American Gods homage to the big NG, and against all odds (the man has 1.6 mill followers!) he saw it, took time to read it and replied!

Well, I know that this isnt an accolade, or a medal, or whatever. The man is just being polite.

I also know that I hold him in very high esteem as one of my favourite authors and to have him read one of my short stories, and say something positive- is encouraging beyond words for me and a real dizzy schoolgirl moment!

Thanks, Neil, if you ever check out the site again- for inspiration and being a generally decent and nice bloke with cool hair.

Good times!

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