Thursday 23 May 2019

Z starts again

I blame Tim.  One has to blame someone, after all.  Like Eve, I was tempted and I fell.

At the time Russell died, I was the thinnest I'd been for many years, and was actually a few pounds less than I wanted to be.  Not much, but I let myself edge up to about eight and a half stone and this was just about right.  I stayed there with no trouble - but then a pound or so a month started to creep on.  You know how it is, it's too easy.  I've stabilised but I am a lot fatter than I want to be.

I'm a fair bit older than I was when I last dieted and I'm not especially motivated to do it again, but I must.  I honestly don't eat anything I shouldn't and I won't do exclusion diets, even if they work.  I need to gradually reduce the amount I eat and get myself fitter, though I hate exercise for its own sake too.  I'm not the best candidate for weight loss.  But the first thing to do is to get more exercise - as my former doctor put it, exercise doesn't make you lose weight but it raises your metabolism so that dieting is more effective.

I've had my bike serviced and new tyres and handlebar grips, and am back on it again.  I cycle to Yagnub, no further yet, though my aim is to go by bike if it's no more than five miles and it's feasible.  Today, I managed a hill that I had to walk up two days ago, so I'm improving slightly.  I was panting, I admit,  but I did it.

I'm really pissed off that I let myself gain the flab, but there's no point in fussing.  I'm old and knackered and, as I get more so, it'll be harder again.  So now is the time.