This may be a little bit early...

...But I'm going to post this anyway.

Wednesday before last- so that would be 5th April 2007 - I was diagnosed with Chronic Myeloid Leukaemia. It's not something you expect to find out at 34 really.

The Thursday before that I'd gone to my GP and complained of nightsweats. I'm not talking a little bit of moisture here I'm talking soak the duvet through from top to bottom. At first he said that this was something that could be completely random and unexplainable, but after discussing what I might be able to prevent them from happening he suggested I come in for some blood tests.

So up I rocked and had the routine tests and then at 7pm that evening I got a rather panicky phone call from my GP.

'Errr errr you've got to go to St Thomas's tomorrow at 9.30am they're expecting you. You've got a very, very high White Blood Cell count'

'Ummm Ok, what does that mean then?'

'Well they think you have leukaemia. So they need to test you again. Do you have any questions?'

Now I've since found out the GPs are likely to come across about 5 cases of leukaemia in their entire career so this phone call isn't the most common they make during their working life, nevertheless I can't imagine how she could possibly have handled it any worse other then screaming 'you're going to die, you're going to die, oh pity your children, you're going to diiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee'

Anyway my response was stunned silence followed by 'No not really, I have no idea what to ask'

'Errr ok, well if you have any questions I'm sure they'll be able to answer them tomorrow'

'Erm OK right, bye'

I came off the phone numb, my mind a complete blank and then when Nicky came down from putting the boys to bed I burst into tears. My next response was to ring my Dad who understandably was rather shocked and then I got on to the Internet. My searching lasted for about 5 minutes, at which point I realised that I could probably surf all night and still not come up with any answers based on the scant information I'd been given by my inept GP and so I waited. I slept well, but then I always sleep well regardless of what's going on in my life and the next morning I trooped off to St Thomas's with Nicky.

At 9.30 I sat down with a Registrar and she delivered the news. From the blood sample they had analysed they were 99% certain that I had Chronic Myeloid Leukaemia. My White Blood Cell count was 145 and it should be somewhere between 4 and 8. She then went on to say that they were going to run a whole raft of additional tests, more bloods, a bone marrow sample and bone trefanning which is taking a piece of bone from my hip for analysis in order to confirm diagnosis and also determine which treatment options were open. She then said, 'I'll admit if you'd presented 10 years ago we'd be telling you that you had 5 years, but things have moved on so rapidly that we're very confident we can tackle this very effectively. We've made fantastic strides and there are drugs now available that are proving extraordinarily successful in the fight against the disease'

The day flew by in an absolute whirr. I had a very uncomfortable procedure under local to take the bone, had half my blood drained and met my consultant who I can comfortably say is one of the most amazing people I've met in my life. She explained exactly what was happening. Basically (and some of this may be inaccurate and very brief as I'm new to this) two of my chromosomes have swapped to create what is called a Philadelphia Chromosome - basically it's a mutant. This Philidelphia Chromosome is in turn creating an enzyme which in it's turn is stimulating the creation of additional White Blood Cells. In itself having a huge amount of White blood cells is not the problem, it is more to do with the maturation of those cells or lack of in fact. Although she doesn't know she suspects I've probably had the condition for approximately 6 months judging by the number of non-maturing cells which are relatively few at this stage.

What that meams is that I'm in the first stage of three i.e. the Chronic phase - typically untreated this would last between 3 and 7 years, this would then turn in to the acute phase which could last between a year and 3 years and then finally it would transform into what is known as the 'Blast phase' which is around 6-9 months.

Now for the good news. 7 years ago NICE passed a drug for use in the UK going by the brand name Gleevac, the drug itself is Imatinib. It's effectively the first drug that has been developed to target the root cause of a cancer. What it does is aim to switch off the signal from the Philidelphia chromosome and thereby halt the over-production of White Blood Cells and eventually reduce the count back to normal i.e. between 4 and 8. At this point you can be counted as in remission and they can say they have achieved 'molecular cure'. That doesn't mean the cancer's gone but it does mean it is no longer having any effect. So if a patient in remission comes off the drug they will end up with the White Blood cell count going back up.

The stats I was given are thus. The drug can be used by those sufferers that are Philidelphia Chromosome positive of which 95% are. I've subsequently found out that I am one of those 95% and of those 95% - 80 to 90% are in full remission, this is based on the 5 years of data that they have available since the drug was introduced. I have to say if I had to have cancer I don't mind those odds, they're pretty fucking good. What they can't tell me obviously is whether those patients will remain in remission, however, they have said there is no reason to think that this trend won't continue and that is certainly how our mindset should be.

At the end of the day I was put on to a drug called Hydroxycarbamide, this was the drug that pre-dated Imatinib and is a much more generic drug - effectively it aims at reducing the White Blood Cell count by blasting the cells but does not have the molecular changing properties of Gleevac (again this is a desperately basic description of what iot does). I will be going on to Gleevac after a couple of things are cleared up. First, I have to make a sperm donation as the Imitnab will make my sperm toxic and second I have to make a decision about whether to enter an ongoing international trial - which I'm not going to expand on just now - but basically I have to decide how many side effects I'm willing to put up with.

As it stands 2 weeks later I'm in pretty fine fettle under the circumstances - I had 6 days away with friends over Easter which really helped to clear the head, I'm at work (who have been very supportive), I'm still cycling - at least until the side affects of the drugs kick in (which will be a rough ride for up to 3 months by all accounts), the kids are good, Nicky's sister and parents are down for a week and a half so she has a lot of support, my step mother has decided to put off her search for a new job to be available whenever we need her until we find our feet and on and on.

I have to say I'm very glad I'm in this situation having got myself thin and fit and without the hassle of running my own company anymore. Any time in the previous 8 years I would have been in a far worse state. We're also 2 months off moving out of London. So alot of the traditional 'where's my life going' thoughts have been negated because we're in the middle of changing it for what we believe will be a far better life for us and the boys.

All in all if shit like this was going to strike it couldn't have done it at a better time and as I said to my dad the day I was fully diagnosed 'Actually you know what, Bollocks to it, I'm not having it, I've got too much on'

Traumatic road traffic accident

I stood as a witness today at the inquest for the motorcyclist that I saw die in late August. It was a very strange experience all in all, I'm not going to go in to all the details, but needless to say just as we thought at the time the set of circumstances that led to his death were a trillion to one shot and it really was a case of wrong place at the wrong time for the poor guy who died. No one did anything that isn't executed a million times a day on Britain's roads, no one was speeding (or anywhere close to it), no one had been drinking, no one saw the bike until the very last minute all in all it was a tragedy.

Having said all that I may yet have to attend court again this time magistrates as the taxi we were in could be prosecuted for leaving the scene of an accident. It was very odd having to sit in the same room as him knowing that he'd initially denied that he'd been there at all, a stance he changed when they produced CCTV evidence.

We'll just have to wait and see.

From Langley Park to Tooting

So there I am climbing in to my brother's car and in the passenger side pocket there's the clearly identifiable font that appears on the back of Prefab Sprout's, From Langley Park to Memphis. I reach over excitedly open the CD case and my hopes are dashed as I'm confronted by an empty jewel case. So I switch on the engine and joy of jos it's in the CD player.

I'd completely forgotten about this album, but it really is pure pop perfection. Now consider that when it was released in 1988, The Pixies were just about to release Surfer Rosa which is by the way my favourite album of all time. I wasn't in the slightest bit embarassed about loving this record.

Rather oddly though, for some reason as I was driving along listening to cars and girls it brough back huge memories of my 3rd Year ski trip which isn't possible as that was in March 1987 a year before this was released and anyway 'Money for Nothing' by Dire Straits (I hated it even then) was the sound of the trip, but nevertheless my memory log is malfunctioning and I can now remember things about that trip away that I'd completely forgotten about.

To end:

Brucies thoughts - pretty streamers
- guess this world needs its dreamers may they never wake up.

It's a lovely lyric I always thought.

Very very tired

I haven't enjoyed work so much in a very long time but God I'm tired, it's not so much long hours although we have a big pitch on this week and I've been putting in the time, it's more the intensity of it. Doesn't help that I'm now on to my third different illness of the year. I just can't seem to shake them off. I've only cycled in 3 times since the New Year. With luck this weather will kill things off.

Happy New Year

Anyone for a Cadbury Creme Egg.

Ridiculous isn't it.

Merry Christmas one and all

Hello all. A belated Happy Christmas to you all. I can report that it's all going extremely well. I've had the in laws here for 6 days now and not a cross word yet. It's all down to the military planning that Nic's put in and everything's running like clockwork as a result.

One of the nicest things is that Eben's not even half way through his presents yet. We took a view this year that he should just get a couple of things on the day and then we'll go hunting for a couple a day that Father Christmas has hidden round the house.

It's been lovely to have some time off and spend it with the family. I feel like I've had a lot more time to get to know Louis. Anyway, I'll try an d get back and blog a little more after Christmas. Things have settled in to a nice routine with work so I'll have a bit more time.

Have a fabulous time people and see you in 2007.

Just when you think 'at least the stats are on your side'

You know I'm a geek right. Well if you didn't, then please forgive me for the following. I was having a quick look at the health of our top order this evening and found that the top 5 in our unit at the mo. are in extremely good nick.

Strauss 44.64 33 Tests
Cook 49.53 11 Tests
Bell 46.57 20 Tests
Collingwood 47.64 17 Tests
KP 51.75 20 Tests

Granted they've played only a few tests so far, but despite that when was the last time we had a top order that all averged 45 and above. I can almost guaratee you that it's never happened and yes I know I'm not taking account of covered pitches, bigger bats, shorter boundaries, less dangerous trousers etc etc. yawn. My brother called the easy batting argument right the other day. He said 'I don't know about batsmen having a field day at the moment, but the stattos definitely are' (made me laugh)

Then I looked at the Aussies:

Langer 45.93 102 Tests
Hayden 52.83 86 Tests
Ponting 60.98 107 Tests
Martyn 47.20 67 Tests
Hussey 77.41 13 Tests

Bollocks.

By the way if Punter ends his career with that average (and there seems no reason why he won't seeing as he appears to be getting better with each match he plays), he'll be second on the all time list behind the Don (of course).

P.S. I'm ignoring Hussey that'll come down - at least i bloody hope it does.

Collingwood nails on his MBE

In the aftermath of last years Ashes Paul Collingwood along with the rest of the England team who took part in that most amazing of series recieved national honours for services to cricket.

Now it could be argued that Collingwood's beligerant 10 runs in the second innings at the Oval provided KP the breathing space to take Brett Lee to the cleaners after the lunch break on the final day of the final test, just when England were in danger of getting skittled and then losing the game. However on the face of it Paul Collingwood MBE had scored 17 runs in that test and at the end of the series stood with stats of played 3, innings 6, Runs 106, High score 36, Average 17.67.

Spin on 14 months and Paul Collingwood having along with Pietersen and arguably Bell been the only stand out bats in a woeful Brisbane Ashes performance stands at the end of day 1 of the 2nd test in Adelaide, at 98no. the glue of a gritty England statement of intent.

Looks like he's decided to earn that MBE postumously. Good on yer lad, keep gritty and try and rub some in to your Geordie mate Harmy

My big fat bastard blog

I was going to post this on completion which I hope is just a couple of weeks away, but seeing as I’m not going to get on here very often, I’ll post it now.

<>The following is a very long account of a journey that started in late June. It’s one that I needed to make and charts my losing 3 and a half stone in weight (that’s 25 kilos for my international friends), with a view to losing 4 stone overall. I warn you this was written mainly for me and as such it’s terribly self-indulgent. I didn’t want to commit it to blog as I was a little worried by failure, but as it’s been a success I’m posting it.

The diary started in mid-September but, I had already lost over a stone at that point. I decided to commence writing it, because it has provided me with real focus and also as I lost more and more weight, it helped to remind me how I felt all along the way. It was important to understand that when I only had a few pounds to go, how ecstatic I had been as I reached early milestones and this really kept me going.

I warn you there are over 10,000 words contained here, read it if you like, but I have posted it here as I always intended this blog to be a means of looking back over my own life in the coming years as much as it is for people who now come and read this regularly.

Monday 11^th September 2006

16 stone 12 pounds

The start of a new life

So there I was in the recovery room. Yes, I was off my head on morphine, but in nowhere near as much of a mess as some of these unfortunate souls.

...''Would you like some more morphine?'' comes the disembodied voice of what I turned to see was the nurse.

''God, yes please''

I was in hospital for an emergency procedure on a perianal abcess. To you and me that's a pussey monstrosity, right next to my arsehole. Not the easiest to keep sanitary and bloody painful. It's relatively normal, but nevertheless, I've come to view it as my wake-up call.

Two weeks previously I had come down with flu, my third bout of 2006 and this one took me off my feet for a week. The illnesses seemed to be coming more frequently and more often than not I felt awful.

Prior to the flu I was weighing in at 18 stone 4. I'm a 5' 10'' man so I was way over weight. I used to play a lot of rugby and in my heyday around 21 years old (12 years ago) I weighed in at 14 stone 3 pounds. That was a long time ago though and 12 years of working my arse off (or more appropriately on) had seen me pile on four stone (28.5 kilos).

I'd never been bothered by my weight. I'm a confident character and clothed I actually carry it pretty well. Yes, I look overweight there's no denying that, but at 18 stone 4 pounds by rights I should be wobbling about like Mr Creosote, but mercifully it hadn’t come to that.

However, now I’ve got the two boys. Eben’s three in a couple of weeks time and Louis is six months. This summer Eben’s worn me out. I can't keep up with him. I can't play with him like I want to. I can't roll down hills all afternoon with him, because I have to stop after five minutes. I can't run around the park after him, because I pull up wheezing. I can't spend all day in the indoor play centre, because I'm a big, greasy, sweaty mess, but so far I've just about got away with it.

Next summer they're going to be four and one and a half. Next year, I'm going to be absolutely fucked, if I don't do something about it.

So this is my 'big fat bastard' diary. It's a record of how it went.

Just for the record, when I'd finally recovered from my operation at the beginning of August I was 17 stone 1. Today I am 16 stone 12 that's after a summer where I have been fairly unable to control, what I eat, after a month of summer holidays and excursions, so I'm pretty pleased with the start.

So how have I lost the weight so far. Well wherever possible, I was eating well, not dieting, but well, everything wholemeal, everything fresh, everything organic, fish and lots of fruit everyday. And I've started exercising like an absolute bastard.

I've been threatening to cycle to work (7 miles each way) for years, but finally I dusted off the hybrid and got on it and am now riding every day I can (only punctuated by client meeting days). Nic and I have signed up for the Aspire Channel swim, the equivalent of a channel crossing in a pool (minus all the extra swimming you have to do to combat currents and stuff). Something we have to complete in 11 weeks. So we're doing 2 miles a week and it's all for charidee. And lastly, I'm running. About which I'll post again soon.

My aim is 14 and a half stone, it's going to be a tough call, but I reckon the time has come to feel well again and run around with the kids so here I go.

Thursday 14^th September 2006

17 stone

What’s the fucking point?

Since Sunday I have run 3 and a half miles, swum just over 2 miles and cycled 41 miles. That’s 5 hours exercise in 4 days. I’ve eaten Weightwatchers points on each of those days and that doesn’t include the extra points I got from the exercise. Having been 16 stone 10 on Monday I got on the scales this morning and I’m 17 stone. For Fuck’s Sake.

Does make me think though. Despite all that effort, I went out on Tuesday night with the boys drank 7 pints, had a curry and then got peckish and had a sausage roll and then a burger on the way home. I told you I was a proper glutton right? Drinking makes me baaaaaaddd.

So my punishment is putting on 4 pounds. People have told me it’s impossible to lose weight after 30 years old, but this is ridiculous. I probably have one big blow out with the boys a month, if that one night out’s going to scupper the whole process I might as well just not expect to ever lose weight. <>



Monday 18^th September 2006

16 stone 9 pounds

I have discovered the secret?

A diary of the long weekend

Friday

• Breakfast: Bran Flakes
• Lunch: with client swordfish steak and salad and 3 pints
• Dinner: Sashimi (lots, but heh it’s raw fish)
• Evening: 4 pints for Fred’s birthday
• Evening snack: cheese on toast x2 slices
• Evening snack 2: Half a 15” pizza at 2pm in the morning, 2 glasses of wine

Exercise - No exercise

Saturday

• Breakfast: Bran Flakes
• Lunch: Beans and scrambled egg on toast
• Dinner: Jacket potatoes with cottage cheese and coleslaw
• Evening: canapés (too many), chicken supreme and all sorts of vegetables, two plates of chocolate roulade, about 10 bottles of Stella, 3 glasses of champagne
• Early morning snack: at 3am when arriving home from party, ¾ of a 200g bar of dairy milk praline, big slice of cheese

Exercise - No exercise <>

N.B. Following early morning snack, at 3.15, Eben woke up with a fever, resultant calpol gave him a sugar rush and he then proceeded to not go to sleep until about 5ish. Louis awoke at 6.15. Nic had been sick three times during the evening. I got up with Louis. Being up all night isn’t quite the same thing it used to be. <>

Sunday

• Breakfast: 2 slices of toast and jam (lots of tea)
• Lunch (note this was about 11.15am): Half a Sainsbury’s Pepperoni and chilli 12” pizza
• Dinner: lightly curried chickpea and spinach tagliatelli
• Bed at 8.15pm because we’re such lightweights and have had to look after 2 children all weekend despite being drunk or hungover for most of it. Thank God Eben was ill. If he hadn’t been it would have been far worse.

Exercise – Cycled 10 miles to Chiswick to pick up car left at party previous night. Thankfully brother and sister in law were there having stayed for babysitting and were able to look after children while Nic lay groaning on sofa.

Monday

Wake up with Eben’s cold. Feel achey and sinuses are busting, get on scales and have lost 5 pounds over the weekend.

So there you have it, eating crap, drinking loads, getting no sleep and being ill aids weight loss, but only as part of a strictly out of control diet.


Wednesday 20^th September 2006

The ablutions trick

6.52 am 16 stone 8 pounds

7.43 am 16 stone 6 pounds

When I was ill in July I dropped from 18 stone 4 pounds to around 17 stone. I somehow managed to keep it off, as I cut my intake of food and started to eat far more healthily. Very little passes my lips that isn’t a whole food these days (ignore long weekend post above). I eat at least 5 pieces of fruit a day, start it off with Bran Flakes with sultanas every day. Eat oily fish in my lunchtime sandwiches and probably 1 day out of 2 have brown rice for dinner. In short I have become let’s say errrr…. an efficient processor of waste.

However, when I was fully recovered and started exercising properly as well as eating properly I somehow expected to start losing from 17 stone straight away. But, throughout August and early September nothing. I hovered around the 17 stone mark however much I did. When I was on holiday I was cliff top running 2 out of 3 days and walking all over the place, but nothing. I cycle 14 miles a day. Nothing. I started swimming properly again. Nothing.

My general weekly routine at present is as follows:

Monday – Cycle to and from work 14 miles
Tuesday – Cycle to and from work 14 miles – swim 1 mile
Wednesday – Cycle to and from work 14 miles – run 3 ½ miles
Thursday – Cycle to work, cycle to Crystal Palace National Sports Centre 15 miles – swim 1 mile – cycle 2 miles home
Friday - Cycle to and from work 14 miles
Saturday - Nothing
Sunday - Run 3 ½ miles

Normally I’ll have a day maybe two when I don’t bike in because of client meetings but the above is the general rule of thumb. All this and I wasn’t shifting a single pound, despite watching what I ate.

Nicky had a theory that the 1 stone 4 pounds I lost was simply fluids and actually in reality I should have piled it back on as soon as I was better. However, because I shocked my system, by starting exercising hard and eating less it didn’t go back, despite its best efforts.

She then goes on to expand this theory to state that all the time I was desperately trying to lose weight I was actually just doing the work I would have needed, to go from 18 stone 4 pounds to 17 stone if I hadn’t been ill in the first place. So it took 6 weeks to get to that point.

It makes sense. I’ve gone on diets before and I have tended to lose a lot of weight (lets be honest, I had a lot to lose) very quickly. My problem is I’ve always got disheartened when I plateaued. This time I’ve stuck through the plateau.

I guess the difference this time is there’s more at stake than simply fitting into smaller clothes. I have the motivation of wanting to be able to play with the kids without looking and feeling like an old man. It’s a far greater motivator.

Anyway, I guess this is all a round about way of saying that in the past week I suddenly seem to have started shifting again. I jumped out of bed this morning got on the scales and weighed in at 16 stone 8 pounds. Unless you’ve been a yoyo dieter it’s difficult to understand what these small successes feel like. The fact that the pounds figure next to the 16 has gone from double digits to single digits is a hugely big deal so much so that when I completed my daily ablutions 45 minutes later I got back on to the scales and was down to 16 stone 6 pounds (ok, ok I know it doesn’t count but heh, I’m a dieter, we kid ourselves).


Thursday 21^st September

16 stone 8 pounds

BMI Bollocks

There’s been a lot of talk in the papers recently about Lily Cole. You know the one, the model that got all the As and is off to Cambridge. Tall, beautiful, girly swot. Anyway it turns out that her BMI measurement is less than 18 and as a result Milan fashion week has refused to allow her to model. There’s been huge congratulatory messages from all corners saying this is a wonderful move, but have you seen Lily Cole? Undoubtedly she’s thin as a rake, but she looks healthy as you like. She’s obviously not anorexic. I’m not saying eating disorders aren’t a problem in the fashion world, but to arbitrarily use BMI as a measurement is bollocks.

I’ve long hated the BMI charts as they’re absolute rubbish. When I started this I was 18 stone 4 pounds. At 5 foot 10 that put me at 36.7 BMI which is medically termed ‘morbidly obese’. I admit I was obese, but technically I should have been under medical supervision and I’m sorry but I had a weight problem not a crippling illness. Even now at today’s weight, my BMI is 33.3. BMI 30 is the magic obese number, 35 is morbidly obese. I’m still overweight but almost morbidly obese, it’s utterly absurd.

The thing that really gets me though is that at my target weight of 14 stone 7 pounds my BMI will be 29.1, which means that technically I will be very, overweight. It’s nonsense. I’m simply not going to get much below 14 stone 7 pounds. I might in my wildest dreams get to 14 stone but still that would make it 28.1.

If I’m going to get my BMI under the magic 25 – the number at which you are termed normal weight, I’d need to get down to 12 stone 6. I don’t think I’ve been 12 stone 6 since I was about 14 or 15. The whole thing is an absolute joke.


Friday 22nd September

16 stone 9 pounds

Weight watching – otherwise known as watching your life pass by, veeeeery slowly

Christ I’m having a hard time today. I blew my points yesterday, by which I mean I had 40 instead of the 31 I’m allowed, but most of that was milk. I was just craving milk OK. <>

But today I’m ravenous. I’m right on the verge of going out and devouring a Wagamama’s but I know I shouldn’t. But I want to. No, go and buy fruit.


Wednesday 27^th September

16 stone 10 pounds

Danger, danger, danger

When I diet, there always comes a point when I subconsciously switch from committed to satisfied. Since I’ve hovered around the 18 stone mark for some years this has always happened around 16 and a half stone mark. Normally the catalyst is a combination of smug, self satisfaction that I’ve managed to lose the weight – and so easily – and some trigger event, that throws the whole thing off kilter.

Here’s how my spiral of the last few days panned out.

I woke up Saturday feeling great. Fit, awake, very cool. We spent the day as a family in Guildford scouting around for potential places to move to. Then at 4.15 I got a text from a mate. ‘I’ve got a spare ticket for Quins v Leicester’. I said I’d love to come, I got on a train and went (having had nothing to eat). At 10pm after 5 pints of Guinness I wended my way home.

Now, I’ve mentioned, alcohol is my undoing. Well…. I rang Nic from the ground and said ‘I’m going to be an hour, fancy a curry?’. She said ‘yes’. I was working on the basis that if I ordered now it would be there waiting for me on my arrival home. So I placed the order, which in time honoured fashion contained far more than I needed to eat. My part of the order was Saag Gosht, pilau rice and onion bahjis, plus a Naan for balance and then I got on a train. On the change over of trains half way, I was ravenous. So I picked up a packet of crisps, walked up to the platform and waited – ate the crisps – realised I had another ten minutes to wait and went and got another packet of crisps, which filled the time gap in which I would have become so bored. Having spent 15 minutes on the train, I got off and began the ten minute walk home – passing a fried chicken establishment – I got 2 pieces of fried chicken to keep me occupied on my walk home. When I walked through the door Nic said ‘Oh just in time, the curry’s arrived – fancy a beer?’ ‘Yes please babe’.

I was very full and drunk when I went to bed.

Sunday

I got up with a bit of a hangover. However, I have learnt that having kids is the best hangover cure known to man. They force you to do stuff, so that you forget you’re hung over at all. However, symptoms remain. Those symptoms include having to fill yourself up, so I finished one of the bahjis from the previous night and had 4 rounds of buttered toast. Proper butter of course none of the low fat muck I’d been using. <>

Now here is a small insight into the trigger event’s psychology. For some reason, rather than standing and thinking ‘yesterday was a terrible day, I’ll have a really good day today’, I inevitably think, ‘Oh fuck it. I’ve had a terrible start to the weekend, why bother today?’. And so begins the slide. Rather than eating in moderation, I adopt a kind of catch up stance. So, I eat anything, when I want and as often as I want. This means, I can’t tell you exactly what I ate on Sunday, because it would be a never ending list of snacking, Oh and a whacking great Sunday roast with cheesy potatoes that are my friend’s speciality.

Monday

And so, on to Monday. Eben’s 3^rd birthday to be exact. I came home early to organise and run his party. A three year old’s birthday inevitably involves an awful lot of very unhealthy snack food and chocolate. But, being the terrible metropolitan folk that we are it also involved, a lot of parental wine and beer and a whole bunch of out of the packet oven snacks. Spring rolls, dolmades, falafel, little mini cheesy tings and on and on.

Once the party was over and the kids were in bed, we felt it our duty to finish everything. That included wine, beer, snacks and kid’s party food polished off. Then, once that was done Nic stood in the connecting doorway waving a bottle of vodka at me, with the sing-song question; ‘Seabreezes??’ ‘Fantastic idea’ I replied. I was very full and drunk when I went to bed.

Tuesday

3 days of excess had left me feeling a little jaded. I didn’t need to be in town for work, as I had a meeting in Brighton so I was going to head straight from home. That meeting got put back to lunch, so I headed down at 11,30. I’d awoken with a resolve, so on meeting my client I suggested sushi rather than Italian and we headed off. I had sashimi which I felt terribly holier than thou about. It was a good meeting, the recommendations, that I’d wanted to take him through were taken on board and I headed back on the train at 3.30, satisfied of a good days work completed.

I have to change at East Croydon. At East Croydon there are food concessions on every platform. I bought and ate a tuna sandwich. I realised I was on the wrong platform. I changed platform. On the right platform, I bought and ate a double egg and ham sandwich. I felt vile and fat and a little bit ashamed. The trigger of Saturday night had sent me in to the well known spiral.

So here I am on Wednesday, technically in the grip of ‘the spiral’. On weighing myself this morning I am 16 stone 10. Frankly I’m amazed, however, I have still been exercising. I rode to work on Monday. I swam last night. So I guess that must have counted for something. I’ve admitted my covert eating to Nic, so we’re back on it, supposedly. Having said that though, in ten years of dieting I have never once, defeated ‘the spiral’. I have never lost more than 2 stone during one diet. On this diet so far I have managed 18 stone 4 pounds to 16 stone 8 so that’s 1 stone 10 pounds. That’s pretty much standard before ‘the spiral’ kicks in.

My challenge now is to defeat ‘the spiral’. Nic’s set me a goal to be below 16 stone 8 by next Wednesday morning. Somehow I think writing this is going to really help me. Somehow I think putting my gluttony on paper may actually bring it home to me.

Here’s hoping. I guess you’ll have to read on to see whether I defeated ‘the spiral’, or not.


Thursday 28^th September

16 stone 6 pounds

Blimey

I don’t really understand this weight loss business. As you can tell from yesterday’s post I really hammered it this weekend and actually it was today I was expecting to see the real result. I don’t know why, but it always seems to be a few days after a bender you see the weight really pile on. But no, this morning I hopped on the scales and there it was 16 stone 6. So, the first thing I did was move the scales on to a different part of the floor, still 16 stone 6. Move them on to a different part of the floor, 16 stone 6. Went downstairs, with the kids, came back up half an hour later 16 stone 6. Blimey. I have swum 2 miles in the past 2 days but can it really make that much of a difference?

Mind you I may have blown it. I’ve just been to lunch with friends and sunk 2 pints of Guinness, Cod with parsnip mash, bread, olives and olive oil, plus half my mates chips. Mind you I did walk the 25 minutes either way and that is something new. I’d almost without doubt have taken the tube in any time during the past 5 or 6 years.


Friday 29^th September

16 stone 11 pounds

Oh for God’s sake!!!

Forget everything I wrote yesterday.

Monday 2^nd October

16 stone 7 pounds

The trend is downwards

So, I had another bizarre up and down time this weekend. Woke up a day after my 16 11 spike, weighing in at 16 stone 5, that’s the lowest since I began and then this morning I was 16 stone 7 which seems about right. However I thought I’d plot it on a little graph to see if the trend was actually down and here it is.


Apart from the very bizarre spikes that have been going on in the past week there does seem to be a general move down.

However, what this graph does tell me is that I’m slightly falling back on my goal of 14 stone 7 pounds by Christmas.

Oh yeah, I put a target date on it. I was 16 stone 7ish on Eben’s birthday so I thought if I lost 2 pounds a week for 13 weeks to Christmas day that would be 14 stone 9. A little bit of extra pressure and drop an additional couple along the way and maybe 14 stone 7 is achievable by Christmas.

However I do want to get a good start on this so I kind of had in mind dropping to 16 stone by 11^th October i.e. a month after I started this blog. No reason why really, just sheer stupidity I guess. Anyway, that means I will be crash dieting for the next week and upping the exercise to see if it’s possible.

So here’s to hoping.

Tuesday 3^rd October

16 stone 5 pounds (or 16 stone 4 if I stand in the right place)

Who am I kidding?

There comes a time in every diet, when you begin to try and kid yourself. So today I got on the scales and the little readout flickered between 16 stone 5 and 16 STONE 4!!!!! Yes come on!! Quick take your pants off that’ll do it. Nope still flickering. Be light, be light. Gah, it’s settled on 16 stone 5. But it did try to be 16 stone 4. Pathetic really isn’t it. I’ll be back up to 16 stone 8 tomorrow, you watch.

Wednesday 4^th October

16 stone 4 pounds

2 stone down, 1 stone 11 pounds to go

Wahey, the magical two stone mark. As I’ve mentioned, I’ve never made it to the 2 stone lost mark during a diet so this is a fairly momentous day for me. Even better than that, I appear to be back on track after the spiral. Nic set me a challenge to be less than 16 stone 8 by this week, I’ve smashed through that, now I have to shed another 4 pounds by next Wednesday. Realistically it’s a big ask, I’m with Louis on my own from Thursday evening through this weekend, so I’m not going to get an opportunity to actually exercise it off, but I can eat well and give it a damn good crack. So here goes. <>


Thursday 5^th October

16 stone 2 pounds

Come on

Right. Now I’m really shifting. I got straight out of bed this morning and jumped on the scales. I knew it, I knew I’d lost more. Don’t know why. I’ve got 6 days to go to hit my 16 stone target, however a whole weekend with Louis. On my own. There’s always a temptation to eat badly when you’re on your own. Oh no I can hear the demons. ‘Take the weekend off, it doesn’t matter you can start again on Monday’ Noooo. Keep focussed. Look at the trend. <>

Monday 9^th October

16 stone 2 pounds

Have you lost weight?

Bad weekend. I’ll post about that later though for the time being I thought I’d flag this.

I think I’ve mentioned that I always carried weight well, but I didn’t realise just how well. Up to today I’ve lost 2 stone 2 pounds, that’s a shed load really isn’t it. I’ve dropped two belt loops, I’ve gone from barely squeezing in to a 40 inch waist jean to being comfortable in my newly bought 38 inchers (I tried on the 36 inchers, it wasn’t quite happening just yet). My wedding ring actually fell off me the other day and when I swim I have to switch it from ring finger to middle finger for safety and my watch needs a link taken out of it. I seem to be losing absolutely everywhere. Maybe that’s the key, if I was carrying weight in my wrists and in my fingers then maybe there was a totally even distribution which was why I didn’t seem massively fat – which I was, let’s not kid ourselves here. <>

However…

And this isn’t vanity honestly…

Honestly…

No one has yet said to me ‘Have you lost weight?’

OK it’s a bit vain.

Nicky’s noticed it massively, but then she sees me unclothed and it’s not exactly easy to hide when you’re starkers, oh and my parents, but they don’t count. Actually, interestingly with my parents it turns out they had been very worried about my state of health, which is fair enough I was heading for a heart attack in my 40s, but they hadn’t wanted to meddle. They’re good like that, but sometimes meddling’s worth it.

But no one else has noticed. Maybe it’s because I’m still wearing the same clothes, which incidentally are now hanging off me, but I don’t think so, I just don’t think I look like I’ve lost loads. I wish someone would say it. Boo hoo. Still it’s a spur to keep me going. Maybe they’ll notice in another 12 pounds time.

Tuesday 10^th October

16 stone 1 pound

One day to go

Despite completely losing my way over the weekend in a big way I seem to have kept on the right track. When I say lost my way, my main meals were virtuous. I do hope you can’t eat too much fish because variously I had tuna sandwiches for lunch every day and then on Friday had grilled sardines, Saturday had poached haddock and Sunday had king prawn risotto.

<>However, just as a little taster of the way my path went I also had a McDonalds breakfast on the Saturday - the Sausage and Egg McMuffin in there is God’s own creation (so much so I had two). Chocolate spread on toast. Copious toast with real butter, chocolate buttons and all sorts of other stuff. See what happens when the wife’s away. No will power.

Anyway, doesn’t matter I’ve still managed to shed a pound over 5 days so I have one to go. I plan a day of starvation; I’m cycling home and swimming a mile. If that doesn’t shift it nothing will.

Do you wanna bet? Odds are I’ll be 16 stone 3 in the morning.


Wednesday 11^th October <>

16 stone 1 pound

Gaaaaaahhhh!!

To tell you the truth when I got up I knew it. I felt it. Despite eating within my diet, swimming furiously and cycling home yesterday and spending the rest of my evening on my feet doing chores until midnight, I didn’t make it. Damn it. I’m really pissed off. I knew it was a big ask, but now I’m regretting those bloody Sausage and Egg McMuffins at the weekend. Yes folks it’s got to self-flagellation time.

I did rock back on my heels and it momentarily dipped to 15 stone 13 and then up to 16 stone but I’m not kidding myself. I haven’t made it and there’s no getting away from it.

On the plus side though, I am on course for my Christmas day target of 14 stone 7 pounds. It’s 75 days until Christmas day and I’ve got 22 pounds to go. That’s 1 pound every 3.41 days. Oh sod it, I’ve got to lose 2 pounds a week for 11 weeks.

Friday 13th October

15 stone 13 pounds

Oddly disappointing

Now I can’t honestly remember when I was below 16 stone. I think I was around 15 and a half when I got married and I know I started putting weight on pretty rapidly after that, so lets say it was a year after I was married that I went over 16. That would be 7 years ago.

So I’m now the lightest I’ve been for at least 7 years, but I’m not really that buoyed. Why? Well I think it’s to do with the pound score. For some reason 15 stone 13 pounds doesn’t feel psychologically as good as 16 stone 1 pound.

I think there’s probably 2 reasons for this:

First, is to do with how far I’ve got to go. If I’m honest I’ve been counting down in stones. I’ve just achieved my 2^nd stone milestone, so I’m now right at the start of my next stone which seems daunting. It’s a bit like standing at the bottom of Ben Nevis looking up and thinking, ‘oh fuck have I got to walk all the way up that?’

Second is to do with the pounds total. Being in double figures pounds wise always seems a bit dis-spiriting. It feels like you’re losing a battle rather than winning it, despite the fact that you know the trend is inevitably downwards.

The psychological milestone therefore is 15 stone 9 pounds, get through the next 4 pounds and I’ll feel all the better

Monday 16^th October

16 stone 3 pounds

Bad weekend

Nuff said.

Tuesday 17^th October

16 stone 1 pound

The secret

It’s not rocket science, but I think I’ve found the strategy for long-term weight maintenance once I’m down to my target.

I had a terrible weekend, starting Friday with a pissy lunch with a supplier and following on Saturday with dinner with friends that descended in to far too much cheddar cheese. They had 7 different types and we did far too much tasting. Apart from anything else one of the buggers gave me blisters on the top of my mouth.

And all in all I put on 4 pounds, but with discipline and exercise during the week, I do seem to be able to shed the excess and beyond during the week. All I need now is a few weekends where we’re not out and drinking and eating, bat that’s not happening any time soon by the looks of things.

I’ve cycled in today, I’ve got swimming tonight. I reckon I’ll be back down under 16 stone tomorrow and then I’ve got to push for 15 stone 9 pounds by mid next week. I know it’s unrealistic, but I’m finding these little mini-targets a really good challenging way of getting there.

My changing face

I’ve actually got a face shape back. Both Nic and I were discussing the fact that we think we’ve got reverse anorexia. i.e. we look in the mirror and see people that are far thinner than we actually are. I hadn’t really noticed how fat my face had got, but now I’ve got cheekbones and a jaw line that had all but disappeared. I didn’t realise quite how devastatingly attractive I was.

Wednesday 18^th October

16 stone 0 pounds

As I said yesterday I can shed it after a weekend of excess, my worry is although this is a good weight maintenance strategy, it’s far from a decent plan for actually losing. Problem I have is I have 4 successive weekends where we’re either entertaining or away with friends. I’m starting to worry that I’m just not going to get anywhere near this 14 stone 7 mark, unless I start ducking out of a lot of the fun. Woe is me.

P.S. BMI currently 32.1 i.e. very obese. Ridiculous.

Monday 23^rd October

15 stone 12 pounds

Good weekend

We had people over for the weekend, but despite this I managed to be good. It’s always easier to deal with things when you have control over the cooker, so Nic (no I don’t have control over Nic) made sure we ate properly.

Tuesday 24^th October

15 stone 11 pounds

Shifting again

I did think I’d hit a bit of a mini plateau, but I seem to have gone through it again.

Actually I think if I draw a line through the trend I’m slightly ahead of the game which suggests I maybe shouldn’t go on such massive binges at the weekend.

People have started to notice now. Lots of people - including people I see very often - have started to remark on how much I’ve lost recently. If I’m honest I was kidding myself that I was just doing it for myself, my main motivation was health but, it is a very good feeling when people notice, I think it’s because it’s a universally positive response. If you get a new hair cut people may go ‘Oh errr…. yes very nice’. None of that with weight loss. Everyone says things like, ‘You’re looking very trim’ or ‘I’ll have to tell my husband to do something’, or ‘You look a lot more athletic’, or ‘Oh will you shut up and make the kids breakfast you vain arse’.

Wednesday 25^th October

15 stone 9 pounds

On target for Christmas

Woohoo it’s going well

Thursday 26^th October

15 stone 12 pounds

1 cheese sandwich + 2 child size meatballs = 3 pounds

I had the cycle home from hell yesterday.

It was my godson’s 5^th birthday a couple of weeks ago and I bought him an amazingly cool hovercopter. Basically it’s a rubber disk with a propeller in it, controlled by a remote control that will lift it about 10 metres off the ground and hover wherever you like. Very cool. Except the one I got was unbalanced, so it flipped over and came crashing to the floor every time it was used, resulting in very angry children.

So, I promised to change it. An easy enough request, except I got it from Hamleys, which is miles from my office and a right pain on the tube. So yesterday (it had to be yesterday, Nic’s seeing my Godson’s Mum today and she’s promised. It’s not a promise that can be broken, not to a five year old), I decided to cycle over at the end of the day and then cycle straight back home from there.

And it pissed it down.

I’m not talking steady rain. I’m talking driving stair rods the kind that requires your fast wipers in the car and it’s still not enough. Add to that that it was dusk and Central London, you have possibly the worst set of conditions for riding safely it’s possible to imagine and on top of that I’ve got a hacking cough that is a remnant from a bug I got last week. All in all it was a shitty journey. An hour on a bike with God throwing buckets of cold water at me (and hitting every time).

So when I got home all I wanted was to sit in a chair with a blanket over me and watch four hours of back to back Friends or something equally as challenging. Problem was Nicky went straight out swimming when I came in, so I had to put the kids to bed. Then I had to clear away tea, cook dinner for when Nic got in, clear the toys away, before building a chest of drawers, putting up four velux blinds, and clearing out the cupboard in the lodger’s room.

Not very relaxing I have to say, so as I cleared away tea I popped the two meatballs Eben hadn’t eaten in to my mouth and at about 11pm just before I embarked on clearing out the lodger’s cupboard I made myself a cheese sandwich. Comfort food you see and I thought fuck it, I’ve had a crappy old day I really need this (and I did really need it)

And for that I’ve put on three pounds. I’m not sure I can put in to words how pissed off I am.

Tuesday 31^st October

15 stone 5 pounds

I have no idea how this thing works

We went to the lakes this weekend. It threw it down so we spent the majority of the time in the pub (kids were being looked after by grand parents). We ate comfort food and drank Guinness from Friday night to Sunday morning.

I didn’t even dare get on the scales yesterday, but having had an absolutely storming swim last night I thought I’d take the plunge last night and I weighed in at 15 stone 7 pounds, which I thought was a bit odd, but then I never take my evening weight it’s always the morning weight. Bit of a cheat because it’s normally lighter than when you go to bed (yet to understand the physiology of how this works). But for consistency I thought I’d better take my marker from this morning and lo and behold there I am 15 stone 5 pounds.

Maybe I’ve increased my metabolism to such a degree that I’m burning calories far more efficiently. To give me my dues, we did do quite a bit of walking, so I guess that must have come in to the equation, I dunno.

All I know is that I’m now in to my last stone, a situation I didn’t honestly believe I’d ever reach. I have twelve pounds to go and I’m now ahead of target for Christmas.

Time to Christmas - 7 weeks 6 days

Pounds to lose - 12

Average per week - 1.527 pounds

I’m going to put a target of 12^th December on it which is ideal as we have our annual friends Christmas lunch on 16^th, so it’ll be some what of a celebration. If I can even lose a couple more then I can afford to put a bit back on, but let’s not count our chickens.

Trend’s going potty.

Those spikes really are bizarre, but I’m starting to put it down to daily anomolies on any given day. They do say that you should really only weight yourself every week. If that were the case the trend graph would be thus.

Yeah that’s really not much better is it.

What it does say is that I’m losing 2.625 pounds a week on average, which actually for a bloke my size and for the amount I’m doing exercise wise really isn’t too bad.

Maybe I’ll revise that prediction. If I hit my average weight loss for the last 8 weeks I’ll hit 14 stone 7 pounds on 2^nd December.

A question.

Have I become slightly obsessed by this?

I only ask because I’m worried for the long term maintenance once I get to my goal. I mean after that I’ll have no aim.

Having said that though, I have been seriously considering a triathlon. Maybe that should be my goal, once I’ve lost the weight.

Actually looking at that graph I can’t help but think today is an utter anomaly, I think I’m going to creep back up a few pounds in the next couple of days.

Monday November 6^th 2006

15 stone 7 pounds

Meandering along

It’s been an odd week all in all. I’ve kind of forgotten all about the diet really. <>It’s been really busy. I was out Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. We didn’t really cook a proper meal until last night, because Nic was out a couple of nights as well, so I’ve kind of just snacked. I guess on the whole it was good snacking, rather than ‘tons of pork pies’ type snacking. But I’ve carried on cycling and swimming as well and I guess the 15 stone 5 pounds measurement can be put down to a blip now, which I had strongly suspected anyway.

Tuesday November 7^th 2006

15 stone 5 pounds

Back again

Well here I am at 15 stone 5 pounds again. I guess inevitably Tuesdays and Wednesdays are always going to be low weight days as invariably I have not only cycled but swum twice on the first days of the week.

Rather bizarrely I’ve seen very good friends and family in the past week and despite having seen them all the way since I started this back in June, they have all seen me and said ‘Oh my God how thin do you look?’ Maybe it’s a tipping point thing. Despite the fact I’ve been losing steadily they haven’t noticed until suddenly I look far thinner.

Wednesday November 8^th 2006

15 stone 3 pounds

10 pounds to go

Told you Tuesday and Wednesday’s were low weight days. Having said that though I didn’t go swimming last night so no real reason to suddenly drop another couple of pounds in a day.

As I’ve said before, there is no real rhyme nor reason to these fluctuations.

However, despite that I sit here with just 10 pounds to go. It’s funny to say that because for most people I know, going on a diet normally means they have a target of about 10 pounds to a stone and to them it seems insurmountable. To me - knowing I’m 43 pounds down so far - 10 pounds seems like an absolute piece of piss.

Having said that though I stood in front of the mirror naked this morning and I’ve definitely got more to go than 10 pounds. I reckon realistically there’s near on another stone and half to come off. Nevertheless I’m not going to revise things just yet. I’m going to wait until I get there and come to an opinion then. After all it is actually a long way to go and once I’m there I’ve got the whole of the festive season to come so I’m almost definitely going to be piling the pounds back on for a couple of weeks.

Thursday November 9^th 2006

15 stone 5 pounds

Pound Bungee

We went out last night, took a swim and then went for some dinner. Had a rather delicious Thai meal and, we were both fairly good. Didn’t eat too much had a couple of beers but nothing atrocious. I got home got on the scales and weighed in at 15 stone 8 pounds.

Now considering I was 15 stone 3 pounds in the morning and the scales were stood in exactly the same place that means I was 5 pounds heavier in the evening as in the morning. Does that make any sense? Well no, not really, especially considering that when I got up this morning I’d dropped 3 pounds and I was back at my new 16 stone 8 pounds, yes folks welcome to the stasis that is 15 stone 5 pounds.

Just as an aside. I do actually now look thin. Granted that’s in my clothes. Out of my clothes I look like I could do with losing between a stone and a stone and a half. However, as of today my BMI is 30.8, that’s obese ladies and gents. If I went in to a doctor’s today and they said to me, I’m afraid Mr. Heath that you have to lose 3 stone to ensure you’re not overweight, I’d punch him in the face.

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Friday November 10^th 2006

15 stone 4 pounds

Steady as you go

It feels like this is about right today. After a week of fluctuation I’ve settled at 15 stone 4 pounds which is exactly 3 stone lost. I have to say sitting here today the last stretch feels like a bit of a chore. I am still on target for Christmas though.

Wednesday November 15^th 2006

15 stone 4 pounds

Hectic lives are not conducive to dieting

We’ve had three weeks now where we’ve been so busy we haven’t had time to eat properly. You know those times when you get in and you don’t actually sit down at all, the first time you actually rest is when you drop in to bed at around 11.30, knackered.

What that means is we haven’t really eaten a proper meal more than about three times in three weeks. We’ve been out a few times and eaten then, but that’s difficult to control and as a result we’ve picked. Tons of hummus and cottage cheese and all sorts. Granted it’s all fairly good stuff (if you don’t count last Friday when I lost all sense of moderation and had two cheese and mayo sandwiches and a whole packet of chocolate chip cookies) and it’s been fairly wholesome, but nevertheless when you pick you tend to eat too much and that’s definitely what I’ve been doing. As a result I have reached a static point. I really do need to get this last push going, but I’m finding it really hard to get going. I’ve lost a pound in two weeks not really good enough.

The one ray of hope though is that Nicky’s gone away for a week with the boys. That’s part of the reason things have been so busy, we knew we’d lose this week before Christmas, so we needed to get things sorted. It means the house is pretty much in order. On my own I’m such low impact* it doesn’t take me long to tidy up, which means I can go and exercise every single night. So that’s what I’ll be doing for the next week, absolutely caning it, I think.

* Addendum Thursday November 16^th 2006 – I’m normally low impact. Yesterday I came in from my run and walked all over the cream rug with wet mud all over my trainers. Doh! I’m really looking forward to cleaning that tonight.


Thursday November 16^th 2006

15 stone 2 pounds

Wahey

Sometimes tiny little - what should be insignificant - achievements really buoy you. When I got on the scales this morning I weighed in at 15 stone 1 pound, not believing it I moved the scales to a different place in the room and sure as damn it I was 15 stone 2 pounds. 15 stone 2 pounds isn’t any sort of mini target, but because I’ve hit a bit of a plateau of late* it really cheered me up, especially after my redoubling of effort last night.

I went running for the first time in ages. Along with not eating properly the running has been put on the back burner a bit of late so it’s the first time I’ve got out for about 3 or 4 weeks, but the cycling and swimming must have been really getting me fitter because I felt extremely strong. There is a 70 metre elevation on the route I run which I just blasted up yesterday.

Weeeeeellll Paula Radcliffe might not think it was blasting up, but in comparison to the huffing and puffing I endured 4 or 5 months ago this was blasting. I guess you’d call it strong and steady and definitely faster than walking pace. When I first attempted the same route a few months back - -although I didn’t stop - I probably could have walked the route at the same pace, but yesterday I was all pumping arms and controlled breathing and grit toothed determination. It really made me feel like I’d got somewhere and I guess that’s the benefit of not having done the run for such a while, I haven’t noticed getting stronger swimming and cycling as I’ve been going so consistently, but when that increase in fitness translates to a different discipline you notice the difference hugely.

* Breaking the plateau

A small note about the new wife

While I’ve been trying to shed all this mass, Ncky’s been on it as well and she’s managed to get below her pre-pregnancy weight with Louis. She’s gone from 9 stone 12 pounds in July to 9 stone dead yesterday, a particular achievement as her nephew is to be christened on Sunday and she’s been maniacally trying to reach the 9 stone goal she’d set herself two months ago. To put it in context it’s actually 9% of her original body weight and when you think of it that way it’s amazing so hats off to Nic especially considering she doesn’t have the opportunity to do the cycling I’ve been doing.

Tuesday November 21^st 2006

15 stone 2 pounds

Not even half the story

By the looks of things I’ve plateaued through the weekend. Well that’s not strictly true. I actually got down to 15 stone 1 pound on Friday. However, I went up to Edinburgh for my nephew’s christening this weekend and inevitably it was a bit of a feast and a feast of nibbles more to the point. Lots of party in a cellophane packet type food. It meant that when I stepped back on to the scales yesterday I’d gone back up to 15 stone 5 pounds.

Yesterday, however I had a bit of a manic day which meant I skipped breakfast, something I almost never do nowadays, had a sandwich for lunch and then got so busy in the evening that I forgot to eat and ended up having a bowl of cereal at 11pm just before bed because I suddenly realised I was starving. The result I’m back to 15 stone 2 pounds.

I’m aiming to have got under 15 stone by the end of the week. I’m not joking when I say, if I achieve that milestone I will have genuinely amazed myself. I have spent the last few years thinking it was simply unachievable and consoling that myself that actually it’s fine to be overweight, it’s not a big deal. If nothing else it tells me that I have discovered a new psychological resolve and control over my life that I was previously lacking.

Wednesday November 22^nd 2006

15 Stone 0 pounds

46 pounds down - 7 to go

Well I’ve now lost 2 stone since I started writing this diary which is amazing considering I’d never managed to get beyond 2 stone on a diet before.

I now know for definite that my 14 stone 7 pound target was a little bit toppy. Looking in the mirror I definitely have another stone to go. I’m now in 36 inch jeans comfortably. I’m down four belt loops and need to get myself a new belt as this one isn’t going to be much good to me soon.

I read an article a couple of days ago that stated men’s weight should be much more about watching waist size than BMI and weight. It makes sense. When I was in my teens and early 20s I used to buy 32’’/34’’ jeans. I remember once buying a pair of skin tight tartan tailored trousers that were a 30’’ waist but that’s faintly ridiculous. I guess my aim now then is to yes, lose that extra stone (although I will be ecstatic when I get to 14 stone 7 pounds) but more importantly, get down to a 34” waist trouser.

Conditioning is the key. If you were to look at me today without ever having seen me before the giveaway that I’ve been a fat man are the love handles. I’m told that they’re always the things that are a nightmare to get rid of and that the only real way to get rid are copious amounts of stomach toning exercises*. I hate stomach toning exercises, they’re really boring. Worse still I’m going to have to buy something like Men’s Health to find out the best way to get toned. Oh god I’m in to exercise routines.

I think I’ve now moved in to a new psychological phase. I know I can lose weight, that’s no longer the challenge. The challenge now lies in getting in the best shape I can possibly be. Need to try and look like Daniel Craig in speedos by next summer. Lol.

* Addendum

Turns out the love handles can’t really be helped by stomach exercise, but that I just have to keep exercising and reducing my body fat, but apparently the swimming is a very good way of burning overall fat reserves, so I’m buoyed by that.

This all makes me think that maybe I’ve got even more to go than I thought originally. Could it be that I’m actually aiming for more like 13 stone 7 pounds. Oh god, suddenly things seem difficult again and maybe my BMI ranting has been a little unjust.

Apparently though the following will help to pull muscle in to shape:

Torso twists

• Abdominal crunches
• Side bends

How dull.

Having a starving day

Nic and I have always maintained that our biggest problem in losing weight was to do with our inability to maintain balance. We were completely all or nothing. Either we were gorging ourselves and not caring or we were on a strict regime that meant we were incredibly boring people to be out with at the weekend, because we ordered salad and tap water.

One of the key differences this time round is we have found a much more balanced way of eating. We’re very disciplined during the week, eat three low fat meals a day with no snacking and then by and large we let ourselves off the hook at the weekend and do what we want. The excessive side does tend to kick in and I guess that’s something that will always be there but by acknowledging that that’s part of what we are we’ve found a much better equilibrium. It helps that Nic’s at home and we have the kids as before, we would invariably get home shattered and go our for dinner. Nicky has been an absolute marvel in menu planning and keeping us on the straight and narrow and I acknowledge that without her behind this I would have got absolutely nowhere. She’s always been my rock and none more so than in doing this. <>

Having said all that though, I have the odd day when I just wake up absolutely starving. I have a feeling that I’ve under-eaten and over exercised in the past couple of days and today I am completely ravenous, I could eat for the rest of the day the way I’m feeling. It’s currently 10.45 and I’ve just eaten my lunchtime sandwiches and still feel hungry.


Friday 24^th November <>

14 stone 13 pounds

Still Obese

I got on the scales this morning and cheered, not in an ironic way, but a proper full blooded real roar. Never thought I’d be here, I know I’ve said that before in this diary, but this is really important to me. I don’t think I’ve been this weight for about 10 years.

Now, my sternest critics and most disapproving weight loss advocates are my grandparents. They’re always on at me to lose weight. Now through a bizarre set of circumstances I haven’t seen them for about 3 months and boy am I looking forward to seeing them. They will be truly amazed. Hoorah.

p.s I’m still technically obese by the way, my BMI is exactly 30 today. One more pound to go and I’m no longer the nation’s problem.

p.p.s Nic’s lost a stone now. She looks absolutely fantastic. <>


Tuesday 29^th November

14 stone 12 pounds

Ladies and Gentlemen I am no longer obese but merely grossly overweight

I guess this is a fitting last post, today I am 29.8 BMI that means I’m merely grossly overweight. Hoorah, still crap of course I ran 8 miles on Sunday and I’m sorry but are you telling me someone obese could do that, it’s unlikely without a coronary.

So here I am 5 pounds off the target, but I’m confident I will make it