Last week I started a New Healthy Regime, after the doctor scared me by letting me know that at 14 stone 10 lbs, I'm nearly obese. A couple of days after that Fred was holding a ladder for me and observed that that made me technically too heavy for the ladder; that did it. The bike turbo trainer, which I've used twice previously in all the 14 years I've owned it, was pressed into service, along with the much more recently purchased yet similarly neglected heart rate monitor.
So this week I've cycled at a sustained cardio-vascular training type rate for a decent length of time nearly every day. I've made little change to my diet other than cutting out biscuits, which I was barely even aware of doing. And I've worked out how to make spreadsheet data display itself as a graph, just for the hell of it, so I could track the downward progress of my weight. As a result, I've lost 5 pounds in the first week. Yay! I'm now officially back at my post-Christmas weight.
Yes, I put on one pound over Christmas, and five over the period whose main culinary event is Burns Night.
About Me
- Mark Lister
- Edinburgh, Scotland, United Kingdom
- Things I am include father, life coach, reborn musician, lazy mountain biker, ex-patriate Yorkshireman, pillow fighting blue belt, and part-time history geek. I'm intrigued by different ways people see the world, and how that changes over time.
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2 comments:
Burns night, would that be Bobbie Burns? Eating lots of Bubble and Squeak? What is the official food for that? I think it's pints, right?
That's Rabbie, which is Scottish for Robert! And the official food is haggis, neeps (turnips) and tatties (potatoes). Not the fattening/appetising spread one expects at Christmas.
Pints may be the official drink, though you'd be talking pints of whisky. I've stopped drinking whisky as it makes me fiesty.
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