It's the end of week twenty one and I feel my last entry (fnarr) was a bit angry, so I'm sorry about that that. I still maintain the sentiment that I resent the media's representation of what it is to be healthy and the opinion that food is evil and must be avoided, unless it's green and 90% water. I'm a firm believer in the notion that a healthy body and mind can be achieved by balance.
Christmas/New Year was an interesting experience and, although I didn't entirely go arse over tit off the wagon, I did indulge in a way that the only the festive period can bring. This is my point: I indulged when the occasion called for it, but now it's over, I'm back to eating a healthy, balanced diet, with tasty goodness in moderation. Learning how to control portions and the frequency of treats is imperative to changing my life permanently. I can't maintain a Nazi regime of eating nothing but super healthy food and I can't let my old demons come back and make me lose control. The key is balance and this is something I'm learning to better manage every day.
The festive season coupled with time away from the gym has meant that, for the first time since this began, I haven't lost any weight. in fact, I've gained a whole pound. This doesn't concern me, partly because it is part of the bigger picture and partly because my morning shit tomorrow will probably weight double that. Here are the facts and figures:
Start - 12/08/2011 End of week 21 - 08/01/2012
Weight - 168 kg Weight - 127 kg
Chest - 53 ins Chest - 46 ins
Waist - 57 ins Waist - 45 ins
The usual applies. for previous results, check the previous entries (again, fnarr). You might notice I've left out the measurements of my vital appendages, well, most of them. I've decided that the changes with these are negligible, so will only measure those on a monthly basis.
As this is a special occasion, and the weight has moved marginally in the wrong direction, I will conduct a special weigh in this Friday, 13th January. It will mark my five months in this new life. I will ignore the fact that it's Friday 13th and assume nothing mental will happen, like me falling off the scales and breaking my neck, or decapitating myself on a wayward dumbbell.
'in the playground of life, the best we can hope for is finding someone who's good on a see saw'.
See you next week.