I am motivated by incentives.
When I reached 15 and a half stones, I rewarded myself for reaching my first major weight loss target with the purchase of a beautiful, brand new Honda Shadow Spirit 750 cc motorcycle. It's been a joyful 10 weeks of biking, wearing slimming, tight fitting leathers.
Until Thursday night, that is, when a mystery car driver chose to come straight at me on my side of the road. We did not collide, but I was forced off the road and the next few moments, whilst being hurled through the air at 50 mph with zero control over the outcome, afforded me some time to think. The significant conclusion was that if I made it out in one piece, I would not be getting back on a motorcycle again.
It was my lucky day.
The reality is that's a major, major understatement. But I simply have no other explanation as to why , after I had finally stopped sliding on my back, I stood up and walked back to examine what remained of the bike after it had rebounded 20 feet off the stone dyke wall.
The Editor, who putting aside any Triathlon rivalry, appeared swiftly with trailer to remove my bike from the scene, decided that the trailer was not actually warranted and simply rode the bike back to it's present home. It seems "someone" was also "watching over" the bike that evening, as well as looking out for me. Thank you.
I fear if I'd been physically much larger, there would have been an almighty "splat", and the resultant inertial bone crunching bounce might have offered up an alternative trajectory straight into the above mentioned stone dyke wall. So I'm convinced the weight loss aided my in this situation. As it is, I have some bruising under the lower ribs on my right side and was told to lay off the exercise for a couple of days. Even the surgical consultant who examined me could not offer an explanation as to why I walked out of hospital a couple of hours later without any external bruising or broken bones.
Since the accident, I'm finding great joy in the pleasure of scones. I have deemed life too short to deprive myself of the simple pleasures and have declared the correct mix of flour, butter, sugar, egg, milk and assorted dried fruit a "super food" to help with my recovery. Expect the weight to increase by a few pounds until the rib pain subsides, the scone frenzy fizzles out and the exercise resumes early next week.
Current weight is 13 stones 4 pounds (186 pounds / 84.4 kg).
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Oh God! Not a Religious Experience?
Proust spent the best part of his later life in a fruitless search for the taste of a scone.
In that case, I am one step ahead of Mr Proust.
If I do have a Religious Experience, then you'll be the first to know so you can knock some sense back in to me.
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