It's been a month now since I stated my resolve to lose a little weight, and to keep you abreast of my progress. I could only do that however if indeed there was some. Progress that is! When I got on the scales this morning it said exactly what I expected it to say. Well actually it didn't say anything cause I don't have a talking scale, so rather say that the numbers on the screen announced my lack of success. Of course right now some of you are thinking, what the hell's the difference between the scale "said", and the scale "announced"? Ha! Ha! It was a test! To see if you're actually paying attention.
But enough of that. When I stepped onto the bathroom scale, which is of course a misnomer cause it neither weighs bathrooms, nor resides in one, the little screen lit up and displayed the number 171. While it didn't specify, either verbally or visually, that number meant that I weighed 171 pounds, as opposed to kgs, or tonnes, or stone, or whatever. I have no proof of that so you'll just have to take my word.
Regardless of all that, the data provided by the scale made it abundantly clear that my weight has remained quite stable since my pledge to change it. To add insult to injury, yesterday my new skin tight triathlon suit arrived in the mail. The very suit that Roo allowed me to buy on the condition that I get back to my racing weight. As soon as I put it on I remembered why I had made that commitment. It was pretty damn tight!
So now Roo says, get going with your improved eating, or send that suit back! What choice do I really have? Sending the thing back would be the ultimate humiliation, and besides. I know my wife don't really care how much I weigh, she just wants me to eat healthy. If I eat healthy, I will lose weight! She also cares about my stress level, which in fact is the real reason I eat!
But I have another reason for wanting to eat better. Elly says, that Cory says, that eating well is good for your memory. If them two say so, you might as well consider it biblical! They both know lots about eating, and lots about remembering. Then again, perhaps I should also wait for an opinion from my extra sister Gail, since she's also an expert in those two areas, and on top of that knows much more about the bible than Cory or Elly! (that's a poke Gail....love you!)
Here's what happened to me today. I went to the pool and was quite happy to swim a straight set of 2000 metres. Happy because the furthest I had gone previously was 1600. As a matter of fact, my post was initially gonna be around that very topic; how comfortable I was feeling in the pool. Then when I got home and downloaded my swim to the computer I noticed a previous swim, just 8 days ago, of 2000 metres!!
I couldn't believe it! I thought maybe it was a duplicate of something else. I actually went back to my blog post for that day, and sure enough, 2000 metre swim!
No matter how I rack my brain, I can not recall anything about that swim. While I remember using my waterproof iPod for the first time that day, it should also have been eventful for the fact that it was a jump of 400 metres from my previous effort, and yet I'm drawing a blank. ...hmmm... No more donuts for while I guess!
And it's been a pretty easy week so far, especially since I haven't run since last saturday. Yesterday was a complete day of rest, but I still feel okay since I got some decent rides in, and of course today's swim. I will finish out the easy week by keeping my long run tomorrow to 20 kms, and then try to get back into a better groove next week. It looks like Spring is gonna raise it's reluctant head for a few days, so I will try to take advantage of that.
swim 2000 metres, 42:24
"I don't stop eating when I'm full. The meal isn't over when I'm full. It's over when I hate myself."---Louis Székely
But enough of that. When I stepped onto the bathroom scale, which is of course a misnomer cause it neither weighs bathrooms, nor resides in one, the little screen lit up and displayed the number 171. While it didn't specify, either verbally or visually, that number meant that I weighed 171 pounds, as opposed to kgs, or tonnes, or stone, or whatever. I have no proof of that so you'll just have to take my word.
Regardless of all that, the data provided by the scale made it abundantly clear that my weight has remained quite stable since my pledge to change it. To add insult to injury, yesterday my new skin tight triathlon suit arrived in the mail. The very suit that Roo allowed me to buy on the condition that I get back to my racing weight. As soon as I put it on I remembered why I had made that commitment. It was pretty damn tight!
So now Roo says, get going with your improved eating, or send that suit back! What choice do I really have? Sending the thing back would be the ultimate humiliation, and besides. I know my wife don't really care how much I weigh, she just wants me to eat healthy. If I eat healthy, I will lose weight! She also cares about my stress level, which in fact is the real reason I eat!
But I have another reason for wanting to eat better. Elly says, that Cory says, that eating well is good for your memory. If them two say so, you might as well consider it biblical! They both know lots about eating, and lots about remembering. Then again, perhaps I should also wait for an opinion from my extra sister Gail, since she's also an expert in those two areas, and on top of that knows much more about the bible than Cory or Elly! (that's a poke Gail....love you!)
Here's what happened to me today. I went to the pool and was quite happy to swim a straight set of 2000 metres. Happy because the furthest I had gone previously was 1600. As a matter of fact, my post was initially gonna be around that very topic; how comfortable I was feeling in the pool. Then when I got home and downloaded my swim to the computer I noticed a previous swim, just 8 days ago, of 2000 metres!!
I couldn't believe it! I thought maybe it was a duplicate of something else. I actually went back to my blog post for that day, and sure enough, 2000 metre swim!
No matter how I rack my brain, I can not recall anything about that swim. While I remember using my waterproof iPod for the first time that day, it should also have been eventful for the fact that it was a jump of 400 metres from my previous effort, and yet I'm drawing a blank. ...hmmm... No more donuts for while I guess!
And it's been a pretty easy week so far, especially since I haven't run since last saturday. Yesterday was a complete day of rest, but I still feel okay since I got some decent rides in, and of course today's swim. I will finish out the easy week by keeping my long run tomorrow to 20 kms, and then try to get back into a better groove next week. It looks like Spring is gonna raise it's reluctant head for a few days, so I will try to take advantage of that.
swim 2000 metres, 42:24
"I don't stop eating when I'm full. The meal isn't over when I'm full. It's over when I hate myself."---Louis Székely
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Peter
I am sure it was as much fun to write this as it was to read. Thanks
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