Keeping going

Monday was good. I exercised in the morning, was awake and alert all day at work, and got to bed before midnight.

Tuesday wasn't so good. I was awake at 7:00, which meant that I didn't have time to exercise but still got to work early (he said, finding the silver lining everywhere). Didn't quite manage to get to bed before midnight.

Today I was awake at 6:15, 6:30 and 7:45. Bugger. Still early for work, which is good enough for me. But not good enough for losing some weight. I was thinking in the car on the way to work about how I was going to write a post along the lines of how crap I am, how I say I'll change my life for the better, and then do something once and never do it again. So to prevent myself from writing that sort of post I forced myself to go out on the bike when I got home. Two minutes after I left home it started to drizzle. "Oh how wonderful," I thought to myself. But I pressed on. The rain didn't last, and I ended up cycling for an hour, following the same route I walked on Saturday morning.

It's only when you're cycling along a route you've previously walked that you realise just how far it actually is. I couldn't believe I'd walked all that way and still had feet at the end of my legs instead of bloody stumps. Yay me.

I've done today's exercise. I feel good, and can post here in confidence without fear of receiving comments saying "You're crap. Just do it, you lazy bastard."

By the way, this morning's weigh-in came in at 16 stone 1 pound / 225 pounds, which ain't bad going.