I was struggling to think of a title for the intended monthly posts where I update you on the progress of my efforts to shed some weight.
Then, with my current and responsible vein of Reduce, Reuse and Recycle which, as regulars will know well, has in a way always been a mantra here–mostly in the jokes–I settled on the idea of using, more or less, the title I used for the post I published when I started on my doubtless long and seemingly never-ending ‘journey’.
It seemed to me to already encompass the aim of the exercise–and it should involve some exercise if it is to work–namely converting a currently large unit (me) into less of a large unit (also, hopefully, me. But smaller).
Firstly, an update to the prediction made in that first post where I stated that telling Mrs S what I weighed (in kilograms) would 100% result in a response of “What’s that in Stones?”
It was correct.
Sadly, her reaction to me showing her that I was so in tune with her thinking that I could predict her exact words seven hours in advance–and tell all my readers accurately about our conversation before we’d actually had it–was not the entirely positive experience that I think I was hoping for.
Imagined (on showing her the post I’d made that morning): “You know me so well, we are so on the same wavelength and you’re so clever, I love you so much.“…. fade to romantic music….
Actual (on showing her the post I’d made that morning): “Ah, yes, clever fucking dick, I’m so predictable am I? Well, you didn’t write about this coming…….” Whack! …fade to ambulance sirens…
What we have learned from this is that people who do still work in stones and ounces can be very violent if you make any attempt to gently point out that they are wrong.
Anyway, back to the aim of the post, which was to inform you of my progress, or not, in the matter of reducing my total matter.
A day after publishing my intentions, I was due for my first Covid vaccine injection. Having attended that, I was pleased not to have any adverse reactions the following day and so started to attend to the bicycle maintenance I wanted to be getting on with.
This was going fine. I had all the required spare parts and things in my stocks, until I measured the chain wear on my normally indoor trainer-mounted bike, which showed me that it would be needing a new chain before I rode it again. (TIP: If you don’t replace a worn chain soon enough, it ends up shaping all the teeth on your sprockets and crankset in the worn chain’s image and ruining them too, so you end up having to get new everything). So I had to order one and replace it before I even considered using that bike, which was going to be a few days before it arrived.
Next, I sorted out my outdoor riding bike. Ideally, this would need new brake pads soon, so I added two new sets of those on to the existing chain order. But there was some adjustment left on the existing ones, so it was still safely rideable for now.
The glorious weather forecast for the next day also indicated it would be a suitable day for my triumphant return to the saddle of my now almost silent, smoothly-operating swish of well sorted bicycle, out in the fresh spring air–albeit with the sunny birdsong-enhanced soundscapes augmented with a bright red rider, making puffing, squeaking and clanking noises not unlike an over-stoked steam train passing by.
Except it wasn’t. Because the reaction to having a Covid vaccine, previously coursing unnoticed and happily around my veins, doing it’s molecular sciencey 5G set-up routines and installing the updates, suddenly hit me hard. Possibly there was a bug in the software, but it definitely felt like there was a bug in me.
So the next day I was floored. Or, more accurately, sofa’d.
And because I have MS, where once the immune system is vaguely mucked with even for a moment it gets to join in and muck about even more, I proceeded to be sofa’d for over a week after that.
There was also now the small matter of ‘work’. I had to do some now, after the announced forthcoming opening of some of the holiday industry in mid-April. On opening my online calendars for holiday bookings for the properties I manage, it went completely mad, so gazing out of the office window while I updated, messaged and otherwise managed things, was as close to outdoors as I got for another week.
So, with mainly only the decrease of extra energy input into my system gained by banning Mrs S from gratuitous cake baking, and a somewhat less intense exercise routine than planned, I stepped onto the scales in order to get the March figure for this very ‘weight loss’ update post with not much hope of showing much, if any, progress in the downward direction.
1st March – 104.8kg
1st April – 103.8kg
Exactly one kilogram. So, although heading the desired direction, it’s not descending quite as fast as I am hoping it goes when I’m properly back on track. And on lanes and other types of roads too. Hopefully for April, if I can get the cycling content of the month to actually have some cycling in it, and the welder comes to see to the biscuit tin, we will see a marked increase in the rate of loss.
Oh, and I expect some of you might want to convert that kilogram of weight into some more familiar measurement system to help with your visualisation of the amount, so I’ve helpfully added an image of it here in the unit of ‘sugar’.
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