The past few weeks have been a bit, mostly, shit. As I’ve said before, there is a lot of my life that I don’t blog about, and I’m not about to change that so you’ll just have to trust me.
However, all of that is now in the past, and whilst some of it is still very raw it is beginning to heal so I can now start to look ahead. As someone once said “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. I am Hercules.
One thing that I let slip quite badly is my weight. I was doing pretty well, had lost almost a stone, but it was (and usually is) the first thing that I take my eye off and so I find myself back up around 17st again.
I had gotten into the habit of weighing myself every day, with the full understanding that your weight fluctuates a great deal each day, to make sure I was aware of my weight as much as possible, trying to trick my brain into remember that I’m fat as, despite the fact my clothes are tight and when I look down I can SEE that I’m fat, my brain doesn’t really seem to register the fact.
So that’ll need to get kick started. The Wii Fit will be dragged out from under the TV stand again, and hopefully the physio exercises for my knee will start to have some effect and I might be able to start walking (not running) as a form of exercise.
I think I’m going to post my weekly weight on here, in the vague hope that it will publically shame me and keep me focussed. This morning I was 16st 13lbs, but will probably post my weekly updates on a Monday which is, again, a subtle form of engineering that should stop me pulling out my usual “ach it’s the weekend…” excuse.
At least, that’s my plan. As ever I reserve the right to change my mind as and when my life takes another turn.