It’s been a week of highs and lows, of peaks and troughs, of ups and downs, of Cheryls and Ashleys. There was the initial euphoria, the new cottage, the gleaming non-smoker’s teeth and of course all the (bemused but genuine) support. Then there was the evil influence of the louche French students, the lure of white bread and the saturated-fat-saturated Domino’s. I have to admit that Project Connor lost some of its sheen for me in the last day or two. I knew my weigh-in was coming tonight, so I grimly set to a day of virtue. It’s been surprisingly rewarding. I set out for a super-walk that involved about 8 (well, 3) circuits of the entire Northside (well, part of it). I put together a new motivational mix of music to exercise to, which ranged from “I am what I am” by Gloria Gaynor to “Smack That” by Akon (featuring Eminem) and from the Glee version of “Don’t Rain on my Parade” to 50 Cent’s “P.I.M.P.” I got very into my choons – to the extent that I was surprised by two 15-year-old girls laughing at me. I hadn’t noticed that I was slapping the rhythm of the music on my belly as I walked. Anyway, weigh-in time:
Weight: 22st 9lbs (317 lbs/ 143.75 kg)
That’s a loss of 4.75 lbs or 2.5 kg!
My BMI has come down a smidge to 48. My body is now merely 41.7% fat (9 st 6.5 lbs).
I still haven’t tracked down measuring tape, but I can tell you that my belt has come in one hole this week. So, it’s all good news, except for the fact that I’m smoking as I write this, so I’ll be a grumpy bear tomorrow, while I give up yet again.