I have started dieting again. That broken record is hopefully not going to be played for a while as I’ll keep dieting instead of stopping and starting like an old car with bad oil and no fuel. I’ve signed up at a gym – 24 hour, literally across the road from me – and have set myself a target of going three times a week, preferably on mornings before work. The first week I managed it and lost 2lbs. last week I only went twice, but with a good start to this week with a trip on Monday morning I’m feeling good about it.
How has my work out regime survived into month 2 of 2017?
Pretty well. I’m going to the gym twice a week, for an hour at least, and I’ve been more careful about what I eat – there’ only been three instances of takeaway, and I think two of those were actually within calories. I’ve also been told that I’ve lost weight, which is always a good feeling! Even if I’ve not actually lost any…That means I lost shape, right? That’s better, yeah?
So the time has come again for me to start dieting – or, more precisely, sticking to the half-hearted, part time diet I’ve been ‘on’ for the last six months. New year’s is a good enough time to start, although I expect the gym’ll be packed. However I need to start now, and start hard, because in May my brother’s and I are going to Comicon as the Ginyu Force from Dragon Ball Z.
My cousin got married very recently, and of course I went to the wedding. First and foremost, congratulations to you and Tom, Hannah, and I hope you enjoy your honeymoon! I know you read my blog (thanks!) so I thought I’d add an extra set of well wishes here for you both! Apart from my [AFOREMENTIONED ISSUES WITH SUITS] the wedding did present me with one other spike of personal trauma, albeit not on the scale of what the bride and groom felt – weddings involve feasts, and feasts involve kissing your diet goodbye!
I think I’m eating too much. This may seem an obvious conclusion, but the important implication here is that I also think it might be due to another factor. Admittedly it’s not that much of a complicated conclusion; I’m not getting enough exercise. But surely they are one and the same? Isn’t that what I’ve been talking about for so long on this somewhat-frequented blog?
I thought I’d review my efforts to get more exercise in my life, so this post is going to be a bit more diary-like than others, but hopefully equally if not more insightful. I think I’ll get more out of it reflection wise, which is probably an advantage of a diary so maybe I’ll do more posts like this. As a filthy part-timer, my weekend begins on Thursday so this first diary-review entry will run from Thursday 31.3.16 to Sunday 3.4.16