Fat Man on a Diet

I’d like to report how much better I feel today after a good nights sleep… but I don’t. Still, I’m here, alive and kicking… as much as I *can* kick with a bad back anyway.

To be honest my back is hurting so much I’m seriously considering dropping right out of the competition and just getting on with life as it is. Going to the gym is all bar pointless while I can’t walk properly.

The diet will have continue whether I like it or not… tho maybe converted to a low carb/low GI version… until the weight drops (assuming it ever does of course).

Diet isn’t working and I’m dog-tired. Weight is 128.5 kilos.

I need some sleep and a shot of motivation.

Been two days… and I feel dire. The cold isn’t any better, the weight is *not* going down. I’ve *not* been to the gym, and the only good point is that I slept fairly well last night, perhaps aided by the three hours I had around lunchtime yesterday.

The weight this morning reads 127.5 kilos which isn’t good and reflects the junk I eat when my resistance is low. I can’t see me getting to the gym again today. There really isn’t much point in going when I feel like this… tho many (including myself usually) would argue the opposite.

The wife is off to to work, and once she’s gone I’ll go back to bed for an hour and see if it helps. If so… off I go. If not… well… not.

I visited Dr. Stephen Parsons today for his usual pep talk, which he does very well I might add… and as part of the consultation I was again weighed.

The result surprised me as his scales showed 127.5 kilos! I was a bit taken aback and asserted that the scales were showing such a high measure because I was wearing more clothes and had things in my pockets, I was around a kilo lighter at least.

ThenI got home, took of the extra clothing, and emptied my pockets… and weighed in at 127.0 kilos! This is *not* what I expected. To be honest I’d expected to be back to 125.5 kilos.

Obviously, as per yesterdays posts, I’ve not been taking this seriously enough again. Today I’m doing ok, except for a cold… which again suggests to me that (as usual) I eat when I’m on the way ‘down’ physically.

Now the cold has ‘broken’ I ought to be able to continue on the downward path.

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The installation/upgrade was automated which made it much easier than the manual version I tried on the other site.

So we’re away… of course it’s still the same old content, but what the hell.

Results have come in from the first two weeks of the Comp. – I think the fact I’m coming in 11th clearly indicates how much I’ve lost focus and how much I need to pull myself back together. I lost 2.77% whilst the person leading has lost 4.04%. In real terms for *me* to have lost 4.04% I should have dropped 5.2 kilos already.

Of course the maddening thing about that is that I *had* lost that much last week but seem to have put some back on!

However, what I’ve not mentioned yet is that when I weighed (on Monday) I’d eaten breakfast, had a few glasses of water *and* was wearing my trainers which alone weight 0.5 kilos) so it wasn’t exactly ‘typical’. Nevertheless if I’m going to make any serious attempt to win this thing I need to focus. First I need to stop snacking on rubbish, and secondly… do more exercise so that even if I *do* find myself snacking I will at least burn it off again!

To be fair Sally is doing her bit. She got me in the pool for a half hour session of water based activity… swimming, walking, and ‘mobility’ exercise. Tomorrow after I see Stephen Parsons I’ll be going to the gym for an hour on the treadmill. After all, if I let this person (whoever it is) get too far ahead of me I’ll not catch up.

On the other hand… if s/he gets lulled into a false sense of security by this initial loss and I creep up from behind and overtake… it might just blow them out of the water! I know that when I thought someone had done that to me in the last comp. I all bar gave up!!

Whaddya mean ‘gamesmanship’? I just want to lose weight… winning would just be an extra… honest!!

Getting bored with it all… the weight isn’t falling away as it should and I’m tired. It’s driving me crazy.

Other than that… same old, same old. Weight the same at 125.5 klos. Quite depressing really.

The record shows I’ve lost two kilos a week? Sounds a lot but I don’t *feel* as if I’ve lost anything at all. In fact I feel heavier than I did to begin with.

Regardless of the scales I think I need to pull myself together and ‘get out there’. The kids are on holidys for two weeks so maybe I’ll have a chance to do something if it’s only extra walking! Today’s weight of 125.5 kilos is the same as it’s been for at least a week. It needs to be drastically lower. This means work… and lots of it. After all, more work= less time to eat!

Dire day today for anything but ‘family stuff’. Walked the dogs for an hour and settled down to do some work at home (on the computer trying to catch up) then I got a call that one of the kids was hurt so could I collect her from school. Since then it’s been all go… but nothing much in the way of hard exercise!

What’s worse was eating a McDonald’s ‘Caesar Salad Roll’ (if he knew, I’d bet Caesar Cardini would turn in his grave!) and a ‘flat white’ coffee from the Deli… well ok, but I was hungry, was taking the child to be x-rayed and hadn’t taken anything suitable to eat. No doubt something else I’ll regret come tomorrow!!

Focus… I need to focus!!!

So the weight is yet again 125.5 kilos. No major change. This means what? Either I’m not able to lose weight… which sounds bizarre…. or (and?) I’m not taking the diet seriously enough.

Maybe I *can’t* take it ’seriously’ because I’m so tired. I do find I ‘pick’ a lot more this time than last and I’m certainly not spending anywhere near as much time in the gum as I was. When we go for the first weigh-in tomorrow I’ll no doubt get a shock… whether it’ll be enough to rouse me to make more of an effort… who knows.

Either way these ‘early morning starts’ are taking it out of me. At my age, starting a new regimes of getting up at 4:30 a.m. and sitting in the cold for hours might not be such a good idea. Maybe I ought to start walking around more instead of just sitting and watching!