Fatblog: 15st 0lbs
I did it with a week to spare! I wanted to get down to 15st (210lbs for any foreign types in the audience) by my birthday on the 11th of November (33 and thank you, you’re quite right, I do look a good five years younger) and I am proud and not a little relieved to announce that as of this morning I have hit my target! I am literally in unmapped territory now; I have no idea when it was that I last looked as good (and felt as good about myself) as I do now. I know that’s a bit vain and God knows I’m becoming more and more vain the slimmer I get, but it’s true. At the start of the year I had to get smaller uniform trousers; now those are falling off me if I don’t pull the belt in. Almost none of my clothes fit me well any more. Were it not for the debt that I am slowly paying off (I actually consider it more of a tax on the exceptionally poor impulse control I had as a young man) I would be as happy as a dog with two proverbials right now. As it stands I’m as happy as a dog with one bloody good one.
Since last I blogged, a bloody long time ago, life has gotten a bit hecticker than normal. (Is that a word? It should be. It is now. Marvellous!) Work has been hard slog which has again driven me slightly more toward the dark side than I would have liked. But after a bit of rebalancing I got back on it this last few weeks. My new official weight target is to not slide above my current weight while birthday, Christmas and more hard work and cold, dark nights happen. If I can get into 2013 while maintaining my current weight and shape (which I am loving) I will be happy. From then on, things could get interesting.
You see I have recently, and for the first time in practically ever, applied for a new job, at the same place but a completely different role than my current one. My current job is extremely physical, late nights, lots of sweating and swearing and getting dirty. The new job would be none of that; daytime, office-based and presumably a lot less dirty, sweaty and sweary. This scares me for lots of reasons but in the context of Fatblog it means that my only source of exercise will disappear. I will be sitting down a lot of the time, perhaps with some walking at intervals. This means I’m going to have to join a gym, because if I don’t I will in the best case stop losing weight almost completely and in the worst case balloon back out and undo all of my hard work. I have not had a lot of success with gyms in the past but hopefully my newfound willpower and self-control would win the day. Assuming I actually get the job, which is by no means certain and if I don’t then I get to keep losing weight at the current rate. To be honest though, the idea of a gym-fit me is intriguing and appealing…
In other news I did in fact lay hands on a new iPhone 5, simply by grasping the nettle firmly and buying a second contract (see above re: tax on poor impulse control). Thanks O2, and prepare to wave bye-bye to me in a few months time. I’ve decided not to even attempt NaNoWriMo in November as I’m simply not going to have the strength to do it when I get back home from work and setting yourself up to fail is not the way forward, so it’s better simply to concede defeat before the fight starts on that one. Maybe next year, if I do get the new job (of which I’m sure I will write more later, one way or the other) then it will become a possibility, and I will in any case still potter about at the story.
So yeah, interesting few months. Weight steadily lost, visible bone structure steadily gained, new gadget, hope for a new job; I even slipped a little toe into the dating pool recently- stop sniggering at the back there! That means YOU, @superlative and @loosemorals! Here’s to an even more interesting next few months as I look forward to the potential of a lifestyle-changing new job, less weight (there remains plenty to go at, I assure you) more new gadgets and, hopefully, more blog entries than of late. Happy days!