February8

This weekend marked a pretty big moment for us in that it was our first big meal out. All day we had eaten barely nothing in order that we could indulge a bit, but we both agreed that we would take it easy nonetheless. At least, until we saw the menu and decided that basically, we were gonna let ourselves off the leash. We ate like a king and queen, and drank merry amounts of wine. It was glorious, and we haven’t really suffered any attending weight gain or ill effects (save for the sledgehammer hangover the next day, but you can’t have everything.)
Other than that though, nice as the food was, the rest of the meal was an absolute shambles. A birthday party with ten people in attendance, the service we received was so comically bad that we all moved through denial, onto anger, and eventually into fits of giggles every time one of the ten or so different waiters who served us came over. My personal highlight was when Ellen and my starter came out, already after everyone else had finished theirs. We had ordered Dim Sum, and opened the pot to find three large white balls. Confused we served them up and cut into them, only to find that what we had actually been served was three very large balls of dough.
‘Excuse me,’ Ellen asked of the waiter, ‘What’s this?’
‘Nothing.’ came the response, which may have been pretty factually accurate, but not particularly helpful. Eventually we got the dim sum, which was lovely, but it didn’t quite shake the shock of being served a big ball of dough.
Obviously we’ve not been doing the best job of keeping this site up to date, so apologies for that, but I have been working on a new site which is now launched, so things should get a bit more regular again. As for the time I’ve miseed, if I am going to be brutally honest, the last few weeks have been a bit demoralising. Having lost a stone in a little over two weeks, I then put on two pounds and then my weight just sat there, not shifting at all, but instead mocking me. At the same time, I find myself losing just a little bit of the zeal that I had going into this whole thing. I am bored of a lot of the food that I have now, and the smoking has been made harder by the fact that I ran out of nicotine patches and couldn’t get any more for two (very hard) days.
It was enivitable that it would get harder, but for those first two glorious weeks I was convinced that the whole year was going to be an absolute breeze. But it’s not, that much is clear. The choice now is how you move forward. Either you give in, or you redouble your efforts. So I think it’s about time that I start to tackle the issue of exercise.
I think it’s fairly safe to say that both Ellen and I lead quite a sedentary lifestyle. We do do exercise, for instance I walk to work, but as for ‘proper’ exercise, I haven’t really done anything since school, and I wasn’t exactly the athletic type back then either.
My main aim in this whole thing was never about getting to a certain weight. My aim is to get into shape. And by that, I mean to change my whole shape. I want to get rid of the moobs and the gut, yes, but I also want to make my spindly arms into something a little more impressive too. I have never been in shape before, and perhaps in the last few weeks I have let that goal slip from my mind.
So, starting tonight, I am going to endevour to do some light exercise. Thanks to Macca’s comment, I’ve found onehundredpushups and twohundredsitups, both of which have some nice gentle breaking in before the hard work starts,so starting tonight I’m going to start on these and see how they go. Thankfully the smoking side of things has started to get a bit easier now, so we will see how it goes.
-Paul