Well it has been a while hasn’t it?
It’s week 65 and my last update was at the end of week 61, so let me give you a quick run through what’s happened since then.
Week 62 – a difficult week due to loads of work and study pressures. I didn’t eat all that well, but ended the week with an STS, so was quite comfortable with that. I was too busy to even think about updating, so please forgive me. I’m very, very sorry:-)
Weeks 63-65 – in the middle of week 63 I went on holiday to Crete for a fortnight, so I got back in the middle of week 65. And this morning I stepped on the scales for the first time in three weeks. Now I said that I wasn’t going to point while I was away, and I didn’t. I said that I wasn’t going to o mad, and I didn’t. I said that I expected to put on weight, and I have. Perhaps a bit more than I expected or hoped to, but not the end of the world. Well perhaps it’s close. After three weeks of taking a very relaxed attitude to what I was eating, I can report a fairly significant +8 on the scales.
That’s almost as bad as the Christmas unpleasantness, which regular readers will remember saw a rather impressive +10 in just two weeks, but on the whole I’m not too concerned. Let me tell you a little about the highs and lows of the period.
First of all, I really upped the exercise levels while I was away. I swam 60-70 lengths of the pool every couple of days, and while it was only a 15m pool, that was both immensely satisfying and really enjoyable. Secondly, I ate pretty well while I was away too, whatever the scales may say. I ate fresh fruit and yoghurt for breakfast every day. I drizzled gorgeous fresh Cretan honey all over it, which wasn’t the best of moves, but it was sooooooo gorgeous, I honestly don’t care. For lunch I ate fresh bread, cheese and ham most days, followed by some fresh fruit. In the evenings, I ate a full meal, often with chips, but when I felt full, I usually stopped and left whatever was on my plate. I snacked on crisps and boiled sweets, and I even drank a glass or two of raki after dinner, which for someone who hasn’t drunk a drop of alcohol for more than eight years, was more than a little odd.
To be honest, the only bits that I found concerning in the slightest were the few day before I went away, and the few days since I’ve been back. For no readily understandable reason, I’ve eaten like a pig either side of the holiday, and that needs to stop, else I’ll be starting to undo the good work I’ve done so far.
Putting on more than half a stone isn’t a good thing, but it’s not hugely worrying either. It’s the sort of thing that normal people do when they go on holiday, and I quite like the idea of being a normal person. Just to see what it feels like of course…
A few other highlights of the holiday – first of all, just being able to walk around in my trunks and not feel self-conscious, or even feel slightly fat. I honestly didn’t even think about it, and that’s pretty great on reflection. Secondly, not being the fattest guy around the pool. That was great. Lastly, having a photo taken by one of the other guys, here he referred to us as “the bald one, the tall one, the fat one and the short one”. Guess what? I was the tall one! I’m still actually grinning about that one.
Anyway, I need to knuckle down and get back on track, and start to shift the extra weight. It’s going to be a little tough I think, and I’m staying in a hotel all week, which won’t help (I’m writing this on an iPad, so no pictures or anything fancy this week) but I’m actually quite looking forward to it.
Have a great week.
The Shrinking Man.