diet and exercise: July 2004 Archives

I feel uncomfortable. Bloated. Way too big. Fat. I shouldn't be feeling this way, I've been trying to improve my diet and do more exercise all year. Trouble is, although I'm not eating as much crap as I used to, I'm eating more in general, so I'm still not losing any weight. Also, even though I am doing a bit of walking and a bit of cycling (weather permitting) I'm not doing enough, so I'm still not losing any weight.

I think I need to cut out bread and starchy stuff. And coke. I drink way too much diet coke in the summer. If I have bread in the house all I want to eat is sandwiches. And if I'm cutting out the sandwiches I'm also going to need to find different things to put in a packed lunch. I'm going to get some sealable containers and bring in stuff like a hardboiled egg, some cheese and a rice pudding. Maybe a bit of apple. But I've got to be careful not to bring in three times as much stuff just beacuse it's healthy for me. It still has calories in! Hopefully a change to a fresher diet will give me back a little spring in my step. It's supposed to be summer, it's been raining for about a week solid, I'm still stuck in a windowless office all day and to cap it all I'm going to have to make some serious cutbacks somewhere if I'm going to make ends meet, which doesn't all add up to a happy chappy. Cue violins.

See how long this one lasts, eh?

I'm still in pain. 36 hours later, and I still hurt. That'll teach me. Never ever ever again. Until the next time, of course. You think it's going to be fun before you start, and it really is quite pleasant to begin with, but then your back starts to hurt a bit, and after that it's just downhill all the way. I'll tell you something though, I slept like a baby afterwards. So did my sister-in-law. We did it together, you see. She's in as much pain as I am, and she's also saying things like "Never again" and "It seemed like a good idea at the time". And it was her idea, nothing to do with me. I was going to spend the evening having a pleasant bike ride before she called and made an offer I couldn't refuse. Still, made a change from watching tv all night, doesn't it? Three and a half hours we were at it, and we kept a fair pace right till the end, when neither of us could face any more. I say never again, but I'm sure I won't be able to resist temptation in the future. Neither will my sister-in-law. She'll phone me again, or I might call her, and then we'll be off together again doing it. It's better when there's just the two of us, no-one else to get in the way, no distractions, no phone calls. You can do what you want, when you want. Please yourself, as it were. Next time I think we're going to plan ahead and give ourselves a bit longer. Pace ourselves better, see if we can make it last four or maybe even five hours. We might even be able to go all the way next time.

We met at Victoria Station at 7pm. We planned to go back to my house. But by 10:30 it was getting dark and we were both getting tired. Still, nine miles isn't a bad walk for an evening, is it? Didn't quite do the full eleven miles we planned, but last time I walked that it took me six hours. Better luck next time, eh?