In medieval times, they stayed indoors on Friday 13th and they didn't come out until the sun rose on the following Saturday.
I couldn't afford to do this as I was booked for a weigh in at the leisure centre, two weeks after my first attempt.
For those of you bumping into this blog, my intention is to lose weight. Why? After packing in smoking in 2007, I ballooned like a Zeppelin and put on around four stone (56lb). By September 1st, I intend to be twelve and a half stone and this (temporary) blog charts that progress.
Today was my first weigh-in.
On Friday 28th May, I was 14st 12lb (and a bit).
Today, I was 14st 10lb.
I have run, x-trained, lifted weights like a beast for two weeks and I lost 2lbs. To be honest, I feel deflated at that result.
Yet, I knew it was going to be tough. I have a slow metabolism, difficulty in digesting food, and a history of severe stomach illness that nearly led to my death in 2008.
Historically, I struggle to lose weight. It happens. Everyone is different. I happen to be one of those people who watch an advert for Dairy Milk and put on 2lb. It happens.
Those people who lose a stone in a fortnight, as if by magic? It's not going to be me, unfortunately, so, on reflection, I have to be pleased with a 2lb loss.
What I am not pleased with is that I have lost muscle, not fat.
My trainer, Lee, tells me I have been overdoing the cardio exercise and, as he suspected, the regime is eating into the body's muscle.
I have no idea how this happens. I asked him what I needed to be doing, and he said carry on your usual stuff for another month and we will see.
Lose the weight and - like the Six Million Dollar Man - we shall rebuild you: We have the technology, he might have said.
There are other results, which sweeten the slightly underwhelming facts on the print out in front of me.
I feel much better than I did a month ago. I feel positively coked up compared to how I felt a month ago.
Simple reason: I don't feel good after completing a book, I never have done, and tend to go into a low like a Pacific trench afterwards.
Again, it happens.
IMO, if you suffer from D - to whatever degree, forget Prozac, (which disconnects the emotions to a dangerous extent, in my experience, to the point where very strange things happen), and go to the gym, or go running.
The endorphin release, the sense of achievement, the shower wiping out the hot sweat of your own exertions - you can't buy the feeling, which is why more and more doctors are prescribing discounted gym memberships ("the GP Referral Scheme"), in cases of patient's suffering D.
So, enough preaching: I have another weigh-in Mid-July. I need to get to something like 14st in that time (that would be losing 10lb in a month), in order to maintain the schedule.
I'll keep you posted.
Today is a rest day. I had a terrible nights sleep last night after that horrific vegetable medley I prepared, which was just vile. Truly disgusting. I cannot cook at all. Gosh, I hate vegetables.
No bread, chips or chocolate...*sigh*
I'm tired and as Lee said, a rest day is sometimes as good as a two hour session.
Day Sixteen : Saturday 14th June 2014
Slept poorly again and suffered with my stomach, as I often do in the mornings.
AM: Mixed weight and cardio session. Approximately an hour and at least 5/600 calories expended. Felt terrific afterward. The rest day yesterday worked wonders. I was genuinely tired after five out of six days of double shifts.
Good performance from England, but once again, the Italians know how to play us and they hold the warning sign over the three lions - that's five in a row.
Mood Rating: 8/10 Keyword: Fun.
Day Seventeen : Sunday 15th June 2014
AM: Treated myself last night and woke up this morning with a bloated stomach that felt like it was carrying a two lb bag of sugar - the bag of sugar I was supposed to have lost last week! (Ngaire/Georgia :-).
|An ex-wife and I spent almost every weekend piling into|
the pizza and kebab - but each mouthful had devastating
consequences the next day
Bloat, distension,reflux, acid fragmentation, mild nausea, listlessness and vertigo are just some of the symptoms a trayful of sublime badness can inflict upon you.
So, I hung around a bit, tweeted, listened to music (Submarine, the Dark Urban Country band I used to manage back in the nineties) and waited for my stomach to settle.
AM: When it didn't settle at all, I went running anyway.