bulk :: 16st 7 (phew)
cigarettes smoked :: 0
alcohol units taken :: 22 (oh come on, I’m not a bloody monk)
meals skipped :: 6
apples eaten :: 12
bananas eaten :: 7
Sugar Puffs eaten :: 0
gym sessions :: 4 (suck on that, non-believers!)
swims swum :: 1
games of tennis almost played :: 1
games of tennis played :: 0
award nominations :: 1
visits to Brighton :: 1 and 1 pending
Happily, I feel like things are going in the right direction again. I’m really enjoying the gym. I enjoy the ache in my muscles the next day, the feeling that my body is actually alive and feeling how it was meant to feel. Dr Payne was right about me having soggy muscles. Already though, after just a few visits to the gym, they feel less soggy. I’ve still got heaps of fat all over me of course, but these things take time. Hopefully half an hour on a bike three times a week and lots of swimming will chip away at that. It’s good. I feel good. Even better than I did when I was getting into the running, as now my whole body is beginning to thrum.
Which is why I threw out the rest of my Sugar Puffs. There weren't many left to be honest - maybe enough for one large bowl - but it was a symbolic gesture. I adore Sugar Puffs, but they are very much comfort food, and I'm sure they're sickeningly bad for you. Even the name for God's sake, Sugar Puffs. It's like calling something Fat Balls. Or Starch Nuggets. I'm surprised they don't rebrand them. Honey Puffs would make a lot more sense, especially as they already have the Honey Monster... Anyway, it's no longer my concern. I'm done with them. The Honey Monster is dead to me.
Also, on the work front, things have picked up. I’m doing some research for a writer. I can’t really say any more than that, as it's a secret, but it’s fun. The money is rubbish and I could be making thrice as much writing web copy for an investment bank, but I actually enjoy it, and that’s an unusual feeling. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed something I did for money.
And as if that weren’t enough, I’ve been nominated for an award. An award which I will not win unless around a thousand people vote for me. An award which therefore, I will not win. Ah well. One day I will win an award. One day. I’m tempted to join up and vote for myself, but I shan’t. I’m also tempted to upload a little clicky badge like this:
But I shan’t. I’m happy with my one vote. Thank you, Melk. (It’s you isn’t it, Morag?)
OK, I’m done. Now I must get on with some work.
This weekend I’m off to Brighton for sex.
What about you? You doing anything nice? Go on, let me know in the comments...
Friday, 5 September 2008
bulk :: 16st 7 (phew)