Monday 31 December 2007

Blue cheeks

The Hogmany gym session proved very difficult considering that I nearly drained a full bottle of Whisky the night before. I felt less than half as fit as normal, which is actually still around twice as fit as 2 months ago.

In fact, Kristy warned me that unfamiliar portions of my face and neck were turning the wrong colour. Very different to the usual colours that demonstrated my excertions.

The solution - don't drink very much tonight during the Hogmany celebrations. Yeah, right!

Friday 21 December 2007

Landmark 3

There are a lot of "Landmarks" appearing in quick succession recently. It's not so much that I'm literally Dripping Fat, rather it's owed more to the unique starting point and living in a society that uses both metric and imperial weight measurements.

This latest landmark sees me dip below 20 stones for the first time in 3 years. That's pretty significant. I can now use normal scales instead of "medical" or "industrial" scales. I've already rolled past a metric decade and now here's an imperial one. The same can't happen again, unless if I have all my limbs amputated or contract a tropical disease.

If I'm still below 20 stones on 1st January, it will be a miracle.

Current weight is 19 stones 13 pounds (279 pounds / 126.5 kg).

Monday 17 December 2007

6 weeks in

6 weeks in and I've established a routine.

Monday, Wednesday, Friday; Spinning (45 minutes) followed by swimming 1 km (20 minutes).

Tuesday; Training Day (One and a half hours).

Thursday; Gym work (at least one hour).

Who would have thought that a couch potatoe could enjoy that regime in only a matter of weeks! The couch potatoe description was actually pretty accurate due to the amount of Pringles I used to eat.

Friday 14 December 2007

Landmark 2

It may not seem much, but I've lost another 2 pounds, which makes 16 so far. My current weight is 20 stone 5 pounds (285 pounds / 129.5 kg). I have descended into the 120's on the abacus styled scales. No longer do I need to slide the decade lever so far to the right.

It's taken more than 2 weeks to budge these stubborn 2 pounds, but they have been well and truly budged by Spinning.

Of course the weight loss gives me boost. But something else has happened.

I've crossed the threshold from pain to pleasure.

In fact, I can't wait for the next thigh burning episode of Spinning. My lungs feel close to bursting, my throat screams for a waterfall to drink from and there is so much sweat that I am seriously considering bringing a drip tray to the next session. But I like it. 8 weeks ago I would have punched you in the nose if you'd even suggested that I should get on a bike. Now I find myself pedaling in my sleep.

The taught, svelte, Lycra covered frame of the Spinning Instructor was certainly persuasive enough to ensure my initial participation, but I'm seeking pleasure in other ways now.

Thursday 13 December 2007

Gushing (Slight Return)

It was a week since the original Gushing. But during yesterday's introduction to the "Concept 2" rowing machine, Kristy returned very swiftly to the main event of last weeks session, projectile sweating.

I believe I have made an impression!

She still couldn't believe she bore witness to the event with her own eyes. It was confirmed that I am unique in her clientele history; the only one who can perform this act. Actually, she offered further details of the event, which I didn't pick up on last week amidst the confusion. Not only did the Gush eminate from the back of my head, it was immediately precursed by a like Gushing of sweat from the front of my head. A double whammy!

After some pretty serious, in-depth technical discussions on human physiology, it was concluded that the event looks something akin to this.

Wednesday 5 December 2007

Gushing

18 minutes into a 25 minute burst on the cross trainer and Kristy tells me to up the steps per minute to 145. I duly oblige since my legs are feeling pretty good at this point.

"I've never seen that before.", she exclaimed with a quizzical look in her eyes.

"Seen what?", my response tinged with worry.

"Sweat just gushed from the back of your head. I've never seen anything like it!"

Of all the things I would like to be remembered for, I never thought it might be my ability to project sweat from my head.

Tuesday 4 December 2007

Gym Balls up

"You really like balls" was one of the most embarrassing things I could have said to Kristy the trainer. It just popped out, though. Thankfully it was the only ball that did, despite my baggy excercise shorts.

I managed to keep a straight face and didn't turn purple, so I think I got away with it.

5 nights in the gym last week ensured that I didn't bloat above my Landmark 1, despite 2 Chinese takeways and a box of Salt and Vinegar Rice Pringles. Tonight's Pizza Duathlon is giving slight cause for concern, however. If you are in any doubt, that means Pizza followed by a little more Pizza.

I'm going to tell Kristy that I've been bad this week and see what happens ...
 

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