I’m 42, well 42 and 3/4, but Adrian Mole I am *still* not, and I am fat-ter.
As of today, I weigh in at an impressive, for even more wrong reasons than previous, 21ST 1LB/ 295LBS/ 134KG. I’m not proud to say that’s not even the heaviest I’ve been with the wrong side of 300 lbs being recorded at some point. As of this writing I am once again between jobs, and have realised that without public accountability, I’ll just continue to make excuses for continuing to slowly but steadily gain weight. I have even less disposable income than before, with the increasing cost of well, everything, not contributing positively.
Social media has not been kind to my most recent attempts to find a ‘training buddy’ with one utter moron posting and quickly deleting a reply calling me ‘A FAKE’ (yes, they capitalised it) because my Facebook profile states, quite accurately, that i’m from Glasgow, and was responding to post from someone in Barnsley. Sadly all I could reference was the notification that the reply had been made. It had already been deleted before I had any hope of grabbing a screenshot but rest assured, Sir, that you are a moron of the highest order. Social Media idiocy aside, I have opted to go it alone, again.
I don’t fancy the idea of annihilating my knees by subjecting them to actual running on a solid surface so have come to the conclusion that the ‘Roger Black’ (Don’t think about it too much) Exercise Bike in the cupboard under the stairs, *almost* back correctly in its original box, would be a good starting point.
A combination of Static Biking and regular step-counting is the initial plan, potentially returning to braving the outdoors when the weather permits. The local parks, Phoenix and Thurnscoe East, respectively, remain precisely where they were the last I looked though sadly my beloved dog Sasha, did not have the strength to continue her fight against the Acute Kidney Failure and Pancreatitis which dominated her final years, and was euthanised back in July 2021, meaning it truly will be a solo effort this time around.
If I determine that she’s both capable, and not going to simply push me into a bush, at the first opportunity. Just because it rhymed does not make it any less true. I may consider bring the pocket dynamo along for any outdoor runs, but for now I’ll track my progress on a spreadsheet and provide route(s) if/ when I venture outdoors.
Tomorrow, stats, glorious stats! Until next time!