Back when we first started this in January, my starting weight was just over 15 stone, and rather arbitrarily I decided that my target weight loss for the full year would be 3 stone, taking me to a far more svelte 12 stone.  This would put my BMI into the area of the chart that doesn’t scream ‘fattie’ at you.

Now, as we enter the fourth month of the challenge, I am pleased to report that I have lost my second full stone, as my weekly weigh in put me at 12.13 and a half.  Needless to say, I am rather chuffed with this, even if I do know that a large chunk of that came as a result of being ill recently, but I’ll take it gladly.  So now the focus moves onto the final stone.

By all accounts, this is where it starts to get hard, although the fact that I still have a full nine months to lose that fianl stone does take the pressure a little bit.  But this was never about a specific weight goal for me, the final aim for me is to be able to look in the mirror and be happy and proud.  I may be two stone down but I am still a long way away from being the person I want to be.  Case in point being that yesterday I trimmed my beard back a little more than normal yesterday, thinking that perhaps I had lost enough weight that my double chin had utterly disappeared.  It hasn’t, and it’s little things like that which mean that I know I still have a very long way to go.

One thing that is not going so well, however, is the exercise regime.  The whole of the last week has been a write off, I was just far too ill to do anything.  I had hoped to get back into it over this long easter weekend, but today I woke up having apparantly done something wrong in my sleep (how does that happen?), and my back is screaming at me like a small and terrified monkey, so it doesn’t seem all that likely.  The truth is though that I really am going to need to start soon, as I’m not going to get in shape otherwise.