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Twelve weeks into the year and I have lost 9.9kg (22lbs) since the start of 2019. I am 89.7kg (at least first thing in the morning when I record my weight - I am looking forward to the time when I never weigh over 90kg regardless of time of day). Actually last week for one day I was down to 89kg, but in one of those days where you suddenly lose loads of weight after a bit of a plateau and then it balances itself out the next day. Weight is only an indication of how things are going and I’ve known and seen diets falter and fail as people (and I) get frustrated with weight remaining the same or unfairly going up when you’ve done nothing wrong. It’s weird because if it bothers you logic says you should try harder, but your brain usually just says “fuck this then†and you end up eating more.
I am very happy with the way things are going and my average loss of 0.825kgs a week. I suspect things will get harder from about now (and I had been relying on the Brexit dividend of no food or medicine helping me get over the end of March plateau, so fuck our useless politicians), but am enjoying healthy eating and not missing booze or chocolate, plus doing at least one dog walk a day, so who knows?
I am still a whopping 17.5kgs from the top weight that my BMI says I should be, but not too far from no longer being obese according to that mildly unreliable scale. At the start fo the year I had decided I’d be happy to get down to 87kg if I could then not put the weight back on again. But 83 would be an achievement (and that’s the weight I managed to maintain for a good while on my last successful health kick).
Things are looking positive for me to present the final RHLSTPs of this series in a suit from my last thinner period. We will see. I am certainly still at a weight that has been the starting point of some of my diets, so let’s not get too excited. The secret to weight loss is as always to get as fat as possible first.
And those of you who thought stone clearing in the snow would be hard - you are fucking idiots. Spring is where this job becomes its hardest. Today the ground was rock hard, dried out by the late March sun and the stones are petrified in the grip of the now solid top soil. At least in the winter you could wee on the snow in the hope of finding stones, but if you wee on this ground you would just create a stone/urine mush that no decent stone clearer would wish to touch. I didn’t do that and anyone who says I did is lying, but on my evening stone clear I did answer a call of nature (over one of my cairns, as is my right) after checking no one was around. Alas a dog walker appeared from somewhere and saw what I was doing, I suspect. They must be regretting allowing me into this village. But let he is without wee, wee on the first stone.
Also on top of the field itself turning to stone, spring also brings botanical growth, not just on the field, which is annoying enough, but on the borders too. Many of my cairns and nests have been deluged with disgusting green organic growth which threatens to hide my latent walls away completely. Might I build a huge wall only for it to be hidden from view by whorish ever-reproducing nature? The sooner all life is expunged from this planet the better as far as I am concerned.
