It’s revolution check-in time.
Last week was an interesting mix of frustrating, painful and amazing.
I set a new record with 18 points on the revolution checklist. That was exciting, bordering on amazing considering a couple of factors.
Junk food: Wednesday was my nephews last day at mum’s before he went back home for school. So I took our team there for dinner and it was put to a vote. Pizza won. So I just simply couldn’t control myself and that was a zero day. 6/7 for junk food.
Night binges: My biggest nemesis has become my simplest hurdle. 7/7 for late night eating.
Riding: I had 2 days with no riding due to about 5 inches of rain each day. I don’t mind getting rained on while I’m out riding but I have an aversion to walking out the door and being wet before my feet are clipped in. So there is 2 zeroes right there. That was offset a little by a 64km (40mi) ride on Saturday and a total distance for the week of 228km (141mi). More importantly, that brought my total for 2006 up to 601km (373mi). Not earth shattering in isolation, but when you lay it next to 2005 and notice that is more than I rode for the entire year it looks a whole lot better. But still, only 5/7 for riding.
All of this means nothing. It is just a way of being accountable on a daily basis for the problems that put me in the obese category to start with. What is important is the weight. And news just in – January 1, 122.2kg (269lb) – January 22, 117.7kg (259lb). 4.5kg (10lb) gone in 3 weeks. I can live with that. I was aiming at a loss of 1kg (2.2lb) each week for the first 6 months so I’m ahead of the game.
A funny story (sort of)
In November last year I bought a new belt. I went to a hoity toity menswear store and even had a salesman assist with the selection. When I had decided on the design, he pulled out the tape measure and then took a belt off the rack for me. It had 5 holes punched in it and it fitted perfectly with the pin (is there a technical name for the pointy part of a belt buckle?) in the middle hole. I requested a belt that used the last hole, meaning if I put on any weight it would strangle me. The salesman was very firm in talking me out of that option. I persisted and told him that I was the heaviest I had ever been and would be losing weight in big chunks in quick time. He protested but sold me the size of my choice. As I left I saw him start talking to his colleagues with a knowing shake of his head.
Today I wore that belt to work. I didn’t use the last hole. I didn’t even use the next one. Or the next. I am comfortably into the 4th hole. When that sucker is hanging slack on the 5th hole I’m going to take great pleasure in going back to the menswear store and asking the salesman if he can recommend a place that will punch some extra holes in my belt. And I will walk away with big grin and a knowing nod of my head.