One
of the most obvious things about me is that I’m a fat bloke. I hate it. I’ve
been fat pretty much all my life, and have always been jealous of those who can
neck the pies without a second thought. Periodically I try to do something
about it. Over brekkie I had a weigh-in. I’ve been on a diet for a week, and
I’ve lost half a stone. This weight loss thing is *really* easy; you just don’t eat. I’ve been constantly hungry for a
week, and I’ve lost weight. Simples.
I
find that making a written note of what I eat on myfitnesspal
dot com helps. It knows how many calories I can have per day,
and says how many calories there are in what I’m eating. And because I am
really anal about keeping the food diary it makes me realise just how many
calories there are in bars of chocolate and bags of crisps and stuff. And so I
stop eating them.
The
flip side is that I am constantly hungry. So much so that it hurts. Mind you
this is probably why I am so fat; if I am not stuffed to the point of being
bloated I am hungry. I’m trying to convince myself that the feeling of hunger
is actually the feeling of weight loss. Between 2011 and 2013 I lost nearly six
stones by being constantly hungry for two years.
Those
who don’t have a weight problem tell me this is a bad way to lose weight. They
are probably right but over the years I’ve tried every weight loss plan
imaginable. None of them work for me. Being hungry all the time does.
Over
brekkie (toast and coffee, 297 calories)
I checked my emails. StatCounter had its weekly report on who had been looking
at my other blog. I am legally required to provide evidence of how I keep
myself up to date in professional matters so I write a little blog about
work-related stuff. Other people have folders of random papers; for me a blog
works. You can see the thing here (but be warned – it is dull).
It
never fails to amaze me just how many people read that blog. It is hardly
riveting.
Mind
you neither is this, but seventy-eight people tuned in yesterday. Seventy-eight
!!!
I
then had a look on Facebook. I have an invite to go tree-climbing in a few
weeks’ time. Much as I quite like clambering, my weight (coupled with a dodgy right elbow) doesn’t make it easy. Perhaps by
then there will be substantially less of me to heave up a tree.
Not
much else of note had been posted overnight.
Having just worked all weekend meant I now
have a couple of days off. The plan for today had been a day’s fishing, but
yesterday’s storm had made everywhere waterlogged, and a second instalment of
the storm was forecast for mid-day, so fishing got postponed until another
time.
Instead I drove round to collect my
angling buddy, and me and "My Boy TM" went for a
little drive. First of all we had a look round “World of Water” to get some ideas for garden pond-type stuff. And
whilst we were there we popped into Lilly’s Café for a spot of brekkie. I have
this theory that if I occasionally shove in a load of calories it fools my
metabolism. Lilly’s Café is a rather scary-looking place, but the fry-up was
good. Nine hundred calories good.
From here we drove down to Hastings to
see my mum. She’s looking better after her recent heart surgery. We stayed
there for a couple of hours; sorting out her new phone whilst we were there.
Her phone isn’t difficult to work; she just seems to be determined not to be
able to work it.
The plan was to come home via the Koi
shop in Guestling but the place doesn’t open on Mondays, so we drove past it.
We stopped off at Tesco. "My Boy TM" got the
makings of dinner; I got the Doctor Who DVD “The Power of the Daleks”; first broadcast fifty years ago the
episodes have long since been lost, but they’ve re-created it in animation
form.
I took the first fruit of my loin home and then
walked "Furry Face TM" round the park. The heavy
rain of earlier had abated, and the sun was out as we walked. Our walk was
rather uneventful; it has been like that for the last few walks. Probably for
the best.
Once home my dog made short work of the treat
I’d bought him in Tesco and I put on my new DVD. I watched four episodes before
I had t go out. First of all to Steve and Sarah’s to shift a fridge, a
dishwasher and a washing machine. And then to collect "Daddy’s Little
Angel TM", drive her half way across town to collect a
disassembled bunk bed and take the stuff back to her flat.
By the time I got to watch “Game of Thrones” over some tea I was
worn out…
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