A couple of cool things happened today. Firstly, I was offered a job at a wonderful company, starting next week. Secondly, an article was released in the Huffington Post, detailing the story of my weight loss. It can be found here. My favourite part of the article is a cynical comment from a dopey fuck called 'Nitpicker', claiming that one of my photos had been Photoshopped. This was such a back-handed compliment, that I couldn't bring myself to be anything other than flattered. Well, I do feel slightly sorry for his/her gene pool, but it takes all sorts to make a world.
My weight loss is currently hovering around the seven stone mark. I believe, in the trade, this is known as a Gateau, which I assume is a reference to eating cake being a barrier to weight loss. It's slightly irritating. I've discussed this with Sara and a couple of other people and, in all honesty, if it weren't for the fact I previously aimed to lose ten stone, I probably would have stopped trying to lose more by now. I'm at a weight that I reel really comfortable with and I'm happier than I've ever been. I'd quite happily stop trying to lose weight at this point, but I shall push on and see what happens. This, however begs the question: Do I do what I set out to do or do I stop, knowing that I've reached my physical and emotional goals? It's a big question, the answer to which I do not know.
Another interesting development is the fact my life is about to get a lot busier. As well as all this working out bollocks, I'm juggling my business and a new venture, the aforementioned new job. It will be interesting to see what impact this has on my development.
I have an appointment at the Polar bear hospital on Monday, which will involve a full psychological assessment, in order to ascertain the sort of Psycho therapy I need. I hope they're ready, because opening this particular box of tricks should be an interesting experience for all involved. I may be feeling immeasurably better than I ever have, but my brain is an unpredictable mistress, which still surprises me daily. I'll let y'all know how that shit goes down. Sorry, I went all Ghetto then.
One thing I need to overcome is the psychological relationship between exercise and mood. Sometimes, life gets in the way and I may go a few days without going to the gym. When this happens, my mind tells me that I no longer look like my 'after' photos and have instead reverted to my previous physical state, that of Jabba the Hut, in a Sauna, eating Jupiter because it looks a bit like a pizza. This is bollocks, clearly, but it's not unheard of to feel awfully guilty. I need to teach my mind that it's not only OK to take it easy and rest, but a very important element in general health.
Anyway, I'm off to Photoshop some pictures of my gut. Laters.