Don't Want to be a Fat Man.
Well, since Monday, I've decided that this too, too solid flesh needs to be reduced a little. (Mind you, so has Dearest). Consequently - given the fact that I now commute via my new car instead of the bike or Shank's Pony - OccupiedCountry has, once again, graced the Client's company gym. This time though, I have taken advantage of the Client's technical inaptitude re: access. In other words, I stopped paying the rich buggers £10+ every month, but I can still get in. ;-)So, Monday evening. Almost 18 stone of disgraceful hedonism, I enter the arena. "I'll be ok" I assume, "I've been riding the bike to work up until quite recently". The treadmill beckons. "3 miles" I think to myself, "that'll ease me in. Tomorrow I'll build up to 3 and a half. Piece 'o' piss".
The evening sun blasts through the semi-frosted windows as I attempt to re-acquire a level of fitness I thought I still had up until a couple of years - or so - ago. My arse! Monday. 6-o-clock. I was completely and utterly, fucked. I coudn't breathe never mind 'jog'. The memory plays tricks you see. It must be 2 months since I last sat on a bike, never mind pumped the pedals to work and back. Even so I thought that well, at least.........
Y'see, the weight I've acquired sat in my room, sharing my thought(s) with my adoring public, has left me with a well-upholstered backside. Not too bad you may surmise. Unfortunately it is almost perfectly balanced by my worryingly massive stomach. The past couple of months I have become nothing more than a lard arse, and I need to address the problem. I can remember, not so long ago, playing squash once a week, badminton, swimming......all gone. All gone. It's funny how habits change in such a short time but, at the same time, that 'short time' seems like a lifetime.
Is this the right thing to do? Telling you lot? On t'inernet? About my ability - or not - to shed pounds? I don't know but please, please give me shit if I don't lose at least a couple of pounds a week.
Tonight I was 17stone 12 pounds. I WILL post again next Wednesday. HELP!!!
I've spent this evening listening to Billy Connolly on BBC Radio 2 playing his favourite stuff and reminiscing about his days as a fledgling folkie in Glasgee all them years ago. Get yourself along to the BBC website. Click on the 'listen again' button on the radio 2 bit and then "The Mike Harding Show". Until next Wednesday it'll still be Billy. Give it a go. You'll either love it or hate it.
Later this evening (9:30 ish) Eldest and Youngest phoned to tell us they were retiring to t'Willer for last orders. So, off we plodded. 4 Carlings ain't gonna rid me of the 'bit in the middle'.
Later, after the pub, I used the playback stuff myself to finish off Billy's night. You can't beat conviction and love of the product regardless of what the rest of the world says.
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